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Summary: There is a big thunderstorm and y/n is very scared of it, but Natasha helps her through it.

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Fluff

SFW

Words: 2838

Natasha was in her room reading a book when a distant rumble of thunder sounds off in the sky followed by a brief flash in the sky. The compound is quiet and peaceful. The guys all went on a guys trip and the only people left where Natasha; and you while Natasha was reading you were in your room watching TV. Another rumble of thunder sounds but this time a bit closer as rain starts to gently fall and pelt against the windows and roof. As the thunder gets louder Natasha heard a tiny scream from her sisters room.

Natasha's head snaps towards your room upon hearing the scream before she immediately set down her book and bolted out of her room. She quickly ran over to your door and knocked firmly. "Y/n? You okay in there?" She asked from the other side of the door.

Natasha gently pushes open the door to find you curled up under the covers, peeking out with wide eyes at the storm outside. She crosses the room with that quiet assassin grace and perches on the edge of your bed. "Thunder got you spooked?" she asks, voice warm but laced with that signature Romanoff smirk. Without waiting for an answer, she scoots closer and pokes your side teasingly. "Come on, Y/nn, you really gonna let some noisy clouds scare you?" She starts tickling your ribs playfully, clearly trying to distract you from the storm while simultaneously showing that rare affectionate side she reserves only for her sisters. "Bet I can make you laugh louder than that thunder!" “No no nohoho!” You laughed as you squirmed under the covers.

Natasha's grin turns downright mischievous as she increases her tickle attack, fingers spider-walking up your sides. "Oh that's cute—you think screaming 'no' works on the Black Widow?" she teases, expertly dodging your flailing limbs. "Y'know, when thunder gets this loud in Russia, we just—" She punctuates the sentence by blowing a loud raspberry against your cheek, dissolving into rare, carefree laughter herself. The storm outside is forgotten as she wraps you in a playful headlock, ruffling your hair. "Admit it, this is way more fun than being scared!"

“HAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAH!!”

Natasha finally relents her attack, collapsing back on the bed beside you. Her cheeks are flushed with laughter, a rarity for the usually stone-faced Avenger. The storm continues outside, but inside your room, the mood is light and playful. She drapes an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. "See? Nothing to be afraid of." She lightly knocks her knuckles against your head affectionately, still snickering. Thunder and lightning strikes again extra loud this time that it shakes the windows and you huddle back under the blanket again.

"Hey, hey," Natasha soothes, her voice dropping to a gentle murmur. She wraps the blanket tighter around you both, tucking it snugly against your chin. "It's okay. I've got you." She pulls you closer, her hand rubbing slow, comforting circles on your back as the storm rages outside. In the faint light of the room, her green eyes glimmer with rare vulnerability. "You wanna hear a secret?" You shrug. Natasha leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear. "Sometimes even Black Widows get spooked." She chuckles quietly, the admission carrying a hint of shared vulnerability. "But here's what I do." She shifts position slightly, so she's leaning against the headboard with her legs spread out. "C'mere." She pats her lap in invitation. "Trust me on this."

As you hesitantly comply, she guides you to lie down on your stomach across her legs. "Okay, now close your eyes." Her voice drips with that soothing, maternal Natasha you only hear when she's around kids. Once you comply, you feel her hands gently start kneading your shoulders, using just enough pressure to be comforting. "Told you I'd keep you safe. Now just take a deep breath...in...and out." The storm outside fades into background noise as you focus on Natasha's steadying presence and her calming massage. “That feels good” You say. Natasha lets out a satisfied hum, her fingers finding a tense knot between your shoulders. She works it out patiently, her touch both firm and gentle. "That's it," she murmurs, the low timbre of her voice lulling you into a state of tranquility. "Just relax. Let the tension fall away." Time loses its meaning as she meticulously massages your back, hitting all the sore spots you didn't even know you had. It's not just about physical comfort; it's a silent reassurance of an unwavering bond.

“I’m still scared.” Natasha can feel the tightness in your muscles, the lingering fear even as the storm begins to subside. She stops her massage momentarily, her hand resting on the small of your back. "Hey, look at me," she says quietly, her voice serious. You open your eyes to find hers gazing down at you with a mixture of worry and determination. She shifts, guiding you into a sitting position on her lap. "You still scared?" You nod.

Natasha's arms wrap around you in a firm but comforting embrace. The steady rhythm of her heartbeats against your back is grounding. She rests her chin on your head, her voice dropping to a soft murmur. "It's okay to be scared," she reassures, her fingers gently playing with your hair. "We all get afraid, even superheroes." The last part is punctuated with a hint of a chuckle. "But you know what scares me the most?" You shake your head. Natasha hesitates for a beat—something she never does in the field—before exhaling sharply through her nose. "Losing family," she admits, her grip tightening slightly. "More than any bullet, any fight." She presses her forehead lightly against yours, voice dropping to a whisper. "So trust me when I say...you being scared of thunder? That just means I get to hold onto you a little longer." She punctuates it with a quick nose-boink, that rare Natasha mischief flashing in her eyes. "Worth it."

The storm outside has quieted to a soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows. You realize your breathing has synchronized with Natasha's, the fear slowly seeping out of you. In this moment, wrapped in her strong yet tender presence, the world seems a little less daunting. You feel safe, loved. It's a small victory for the Black Widow, a secret mission to keep the storm from your heart. As you both sit there, in the quiet warmth of the room, she whispers, just loudly enough for you to hear, "Feeling better?"

Thunder crashes again and you hide back under the blankets. Natasha rolls her eyes playfully, her expression both amused and fond. "Oh, that's how it is, huh?" She sighs dramatically, pulling the covers aside to sit cross-legged beside you. "I don't know what's funnier: my little sister being scared of clouds or that you think a little fabric will save you." She smirks, gently tugging the blanket down to expose your head. Before you can protest, her hand ruffles your hair affectionately. "Enough hiding. Let's try something different." “No!” You let out a muffled shout from under the covers. Natasha can't help but chuckle at your stubbornness. "You know, for a mini agent-in-training, you're not exactly the most cooperative." She taps your hidden head scoldingly before grabbing the edge of the blanket. "Come on out. This isn't a negotiation.” She uses just enough force to pull the covers down to your shoulders. "Now sit up." You keep looking out the window at the storm.

Natasha follows your gaze to the window. The rain still pelts the glass in a rhythmic symphony. The sky is a deep indigo now, punctuated by occasional flashes of lightning. She can see the fear in your eyes, the lingering dread. Her expression softens. "Hey," she murmurs, gently taking your chin and turning your face towards her. "Eyes on me." Your heart starts racing as the storm intensifies. Natasha's sharp eyes don't miss the rapid rising and falling of your chest. Her hands move to your shoulders, giving them a light shake to regain your focus. "Hey, hey, easy," she soothes, the teasing edge gone from her voice. "Breathe with me, Y/n. In, hold it, out. Slowly." She exaggerates her own deep breaths for you to follow, her gaze steady and unwavering on yours. “No! I just wanna hide!” You say. Your panicked reply cuts through the air, and Natasha sighs heavily. But rather than pushing, she takes a moment, her eyes flicking between you and the storm outside. Then, in a move that's equal parts stern and gentle, she grabs your shoulders again, forcing you to face her fully. Her voice is firm. "Hey, listen to me now."

When you begrudgingly meet her gaze, she continues, her voice softer but no less intense. "You can't hide from storms, not the outside ones, and not the ones in here." She taps her knuckles against your chest, right over your heart. “What do you mean?” You ask her. Natasha's hands stay on your shoulders as she holds your gaze steadily, the storm almost forgotten in the background. "I mean," she begins in that same firm yet gentle tone, "inside here," she taps your chest again, "there are storms too. Fear, uncertainty, doubt. They're part of what makes you...well, you. And sometimes, they'll be loud, they'll make your heart race. But you have to face them. You can't just hide under a blanket and hope they go away." “I can try to.” You retorted. Natasha lets out a dry chuckle, equal parts fondness and exasperation. "Sure, you can try. But how's that working out for you right now?" She gives a pointed look from the covers you're still partially buried in back to your wide, fearful eyes. "Hiding just means the storms get bigger, and they hit louder when you least expect it. Sometimes...you gotta fight, not flee." “It feels like a have a rock in my belly.” You said referring to the fear while holding your stomach.

Natasha's expression softens, her stern façade melting away. She can practically see the metaphorical weight weighing down on you. "A rock, huh? Like a big, heavy knot in your stomach?" She places a hand over your abdomen, her touch gentle. Natasha exhales softly, her grip shifting to wrap both arms around you in a protective cocoon. "That's adrenaline," she murmurs, her lips quirking at one corner despite the seriousness of the moment. "Your body's way of screaming 'danger.'" She taps your nose lightly—a grounding gesture—before continuing. "But here's the fun part: we can trick it. Deep breaths first." She demonstrates again, inhaling dramatically through her nose. "Then..." Her fingers dance up your sides in a deliberately silly, feather-light tickle. "We remind it who's really in charge." The mischief in her eyes is unmistakable. "Bet you I can make that rock disappear before the next lightning strike." “Hehehehe” You giggled.

Natasha smirks victoriously as your laughter bubbles up, her fingers still spidering along your ribs in playful, unpredictable patterns. "There it is," she teases, her voice warm with triumph. "Best way to kick fear's butt? Laugh right in its face." The storm outside rumbles again, but this time she doesn't let you flinch—instead, she launches into an absurdly dramatic rendition of the chicken dance, arms flapping. "Come on, if we're loud enough, the thunder'll get jealous and leave us alone!" Her exaggerated wiggling eyebrows dare you to join the ridiculousness. “Stohohohop!!” Natasha's grin widens as you protest, her fingers relentlessly tickling your sides. "Ah, ah, too late for mercy," she chides playfully, her fingers finding their way to your ticklish belly button as she continues the tickle assault. "Laughter is the ultimate weapon against fear, remember? And I'm not stopping until that belly knot is gone!" She punctuates this declaration with a raspberry blown against your neck. "So laugh, Y/n, and laugh loudly.”

“Hahahaahahahahaahahhaah! Stahahahahap!! I’m not scared anymohohore!!!” Natasha finally stops her tickle assault, her fingers instead gently rubbing your sides as she grins triumphantly. "There we go," she murmurs, her voice filled with equal parts pride and relief. "Told you I could make the rock disappear before the next lightning strike." The storm outside is still raging, but it seems smaller in the face of your shared laughter. "Feeling a bit lighter now?" She taps your chest lightly. “Yeah a little.” You say letting the remaining giggles subside. Natasha nods, satisfied. "Good." For a moment, she studies you quietly, her gaze a mix of concern and admiration. Then, without warning, she wraps you in another tight hug, her cheek resting against the top of your head. "You know," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, "you're stronger than you give yourself credit for." The next roll of thunder is just a distant background noise now. You look out the window.

Natasha follows your gaze out the window. The rain continues to pelt against the glass, and beyond it, the sky is a canvas of dark clouds and intermittent flashes of light. The storm is still going strong. Natasha shifts slightly, pulling you closer on her lap. "It's still putting on quite the show out there, huh?" Her hand finds yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. You nod. Natasha gently pulls your focus back onto her to prevent you from fixating on the outside chaos. "Hey," she murmurs, using her free hand to lift your chin until your eyes meet hers. "No more staring out there. The storm can have the outdoors. In here," she taps your chest, "it's just you and me...and a whole lot of blankets." She winks, the corner of her mouth tugging up in a lopsided smile. She runs here nail under your chin reassuringly. Natasha's touch is both comforting and familiar, and you can almost feel the calm radiating off her. "You know, sometimes storms can be a good thing," she muses, her fingers trailing down your arm before starting the gentle massage again. "They clear the air, bring in fresh rain...and in our case, they bring you right here, with me, so I can annoy you." A small, teasing grin breaks through the serious facade. "And maybe, just maybe, help you forget everything but the sound of my voice."

You sigh as you avoid eye contact with Natasha. “The thunder reminds of… the shooting drill’s in Red Room.” You confess. Natasha's face softens the moment she hears your words. She understands immediately what you're referring to. The Red Room isn't a place associated with warm memories. The "shooting drills" mentioned were likely a grim part of your training. She exhales slowly, her hand stilling on your arm. "You remember those?" Her voice is quieter now, laced with empathy and an undertow of anger towards your past. You nod. Natasha's jaw tightens ever so slightly. The mention of the Red Room's brutal practices ignites a flicker of anger within her, and her hand grips yours a bit tighter. But as quickly as it appears, the anger is masked, replaced by a gentle understanding. She takes a deep breath before continuing, her words careful yet firm. "Those drills were… barbaric." She shakes her head, the memory clearly distasteful to her. "They weren't just training, they were...conditioning. Conditioning to fear. To react." Natasha brushes her thumb over your knuckles in slow, grounding strokes. "But here's what *they* never taught you—" Her voice drops to a whisper, intense with conviction. "Thunder is just noise. It can't hurt you. And you?" She taps your collarbone lightly, mouth quirking. "You're made of way tougher stuff than some old Red Room drill." The wind howls outside as if protesting, but she just rolls her eyes. "See? Even the storm knows I'm right." You smile slightly at her joke.

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Summary: Y/n is afraid of the dentist after having a bad experience in the Red Room and Natasha helps her through it.

No warnings

Fluff

SFW

Notes: I finally used the nickname for y/n, mouse!

Words: 2199

Y/n is afraid of the dentist since she has never been to a real one before, only the one in the Red Room. Needless to say she’s never had a positive experience with dentist’s.

Natasha sits with her younger sister waiting for the dentist to call her into the room. Y/n sits on Natasha’s lap fidgeting and picking at her fingers. Natasha gives her little sister a squeeze and plants a kiss to the top of her head.

"It's going to be fine Y/n." Natasha promises, rubbing the 8 year old’s back.

“No it won’t. It’s gonna hurt.” You whined. "I'm going to be right by your side, I promise." Natasha assures her, continuing to rub Y/n's back as she waits. “But in the Red Room it hurt a lot and they strapped me down! I’m not going in there!” Natasha's face falls, her heart nearly breaking a little. She knew how much Y/n struggled with the trauma from the Red Room and now even dentists were something she was afraid of.

"I promise, Y/N. I am not going to let anything bad happen to you. You are safe here." Natasha says as she gives her little sister another hug. “I’m still not going in there!”

Natasha sighs a little, trying not to get upset or angry at her little sister's reaction.

"Y/n, please... You need to go get your teeth checked. I know you're scared but there won't be any of those bad things here. The dentist is a good person."

She says softly, trying to encourage her little sister to go in. “Noooo” Whine again.

Natasha's patience is running thin, but she tries to remain calm.

"Y/n... I know you're afraid, but this is something we need to get done. I'm here for you, I'll hold your hand the entire time. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

Natasha is starting to get a little exasperated with her little sister's stubbornness. A part of her almost wishes Yelena was here to help out.

The young 8-year-old's bottom lip pouts and she crosses her arms. There's no way she's stepping into the room with that dentist.

"I don't want to go." She huffs, looking up at Natasha with her big, teary eyes. Just then the nurse calls your name. Natasha can see the sheer terror on her little sister's face at the sound of her name being called.

"It's time." She says softly, taking a moment before gently placing Y/n off her lap and standing up.

"Come on. I'll be right by your side. We're gonna do this together." Natasha encourages, holding out a hand for Y/n to take. You plant your feet firmly on the floor refusing to go in.

Natasha lets out a sigh, frustration starting to bubble up inside of her as she tries to keep her cool. She crouches down in front of her stubborn little sister, trying to maintain a calm tone.

"Y/n, come on."

Natasha's hand still extended for her little sister to take. You shake your head.

Natasha is struggling with her temper at this point. Her little sister can be so stubborn sometimes, especially when it comes to things such as this.

"Y/n, you have to go in."

She's trying so desperately hard not to raise her voice at the 8-year-old. She doesn't want to upset her more than she already is.

You can feel yourself start to tear up, but still you remain defiant. You're not going to give in, no matter how much your sister tries to get you to listen.

"N-no!" You sniffle, still refusing to take her hand. Natasha's expression softens immediately when she sees your tears, her frustration melting away. She crouches lower, tilting her head to catch your gaze.

"Hey, look at me," she murmurs, gently brushing a curl from your face. "I promise if anything hurts, even a little, we stop. We walk right out. But we have to try, okay? You’re so much braver than you think." She holds her hand out again, waiting. "I won’t let go."

A beat passes—then, with a wobbly breath, you finally reach for her fingers. Natasha's grip is warm and steady as she leads you toward the door, squeezing reassuringly. "That’s my girl."

You grip your sister's hand tightly as you walk through the door, your heart pounding. The dentist office is cold and sterile, with white tiles on the floor and pictures of teeth on the wall.

The dentist, a young, woman with a friendly smile, stands up from his chair.

"Ah, Y/N! Come on over here." She says, patting the dental chair, "I promise I won't bite."

You grip Natasha's hand even tighter.

Natasha's heart aches a bit at the sight of your fear, but she keeps up her encouraging expression. She leads you over to the chair, still holding your trembling hand in hers. She whispers a soft, "It's okay," as she helps you into the chair.

The dentist, still with that same disarming smile, takes a step closer to the chair. He's tall, almost imposing, but his eyes are warm and kind.

"Now, Y/n, right? Can you open your mouth for me?" You press your lips shut not budging. The dentist lets out a small chuckle, clearly used to dealing with children who are afraid of her.

He tries again, his voice gentle.

"Come on, Y/n. Just a little open. I just need to take a quick look."

Natasha squeezes your hand. "It'll be quick, sweetie," she says softly, encouraging you.

You shake your head keeping your mouth shut tightly. The dentist sighs softly. She can see that you're not going to give in easily. She takes a step back, giving you some space.

Natasha looks down at you, her heart hurting at your fear. Her hand is still holding yours, a small anchor in the sea of anxiety you're experiencing.

The dentist turns to Natasha with an understanding smile.

"She's... a little reluctant, huh?" Natasha nods, her face showing the slightest hint of frustration.

"Yes, she... She's had some... Negative experiences in the past."

She can't help the slight edge to her voice, and her eyes flicker back down to you.

"Y/n, love. Please… Just let her take a look."

She gives your hand another gentle squeeze, trying to offer some comfort. You shake your head. The dentist rubs her chin a little, clearly thinking of a new tactic. She seems to be a very patient woman, which is a good thing considering your absolute refusal to open your mouth.

Natasha is growing more and more frustrated, though she tries her best to keep her emotions hidden for your sake.

"Y/n, please... It'll only take a minute, I promise," she pleads, starting to feel like she's trying to talk to a brick wall. The dentist gets an idea and whispers something to Natasha. Natasha looks a little curious as the dentist whispers something in her ear, her ears perking up a little at his suggestion.

She turns to look at you, studying your stubborn expression for a moment before looking back at the dentist.

"You think that would work?" she whispers back, her brow furrowed in consideration. “It might get her to open her mouth.” She says.

Natasha nods, mulling over the plan in her head. Could this actually work? She knows you can be particularly difficult when you're scared.

She looks down at your face, which is still set in that stubbornly closed-mouth position.

"Alright... Alright, let's give it a shot."

She turns back to the dentist, giving him a slight nod of approval. "Let's try it."

Natasha exhales, giving your hand one last reassuring squeeze before suddenly darting her fingers toward your sides in a playful, unexpected tickle attack—just light enough to startle a reaction but not overwhelm. Her lips twitch into a smirk as she watches for your response, knowing this *always* makes you giggle.

"Gotcha!" she teases, her voice warm. "Now, that’s the smile I wanted to see. Hold onto that for the dentist, huh?"

The dentist seizes the moment, leaning in with exaggerated cheer. "Whoa! Best smile I’ve seen all day! Mind if I count those pearly whites real quick?" She holds up a tiny mirror, pretending to inspect her own reflection with comedic seriousness. "I promise, zero poking. Just counting—like treasure!"

Natasha winks at you, her fingers still hovering near your ribs in playful warning. "Team effort?" Your eyes widen in surprise when Natasha suddenly starts tickling you, a small gasp slipping through your closed lips. But then the giggles start to bubble out of you uncontrollably, your whole body shaking with laughter. You try to twist away from her fingers, but it's impossible since she's holding you in place.

The dentist takes the opportunity and quickly looks inside your mouth with the mirror while you're distracted.

Natasha grins, clearly pleased with herself, her fingers still dancing playfully near your side. "Team effort indeed." “Hehehehe!!” You laughed out. The dentist chuckles at your giggles, using the brief opening to continue her inspection, her eyes flicking between the mirror and your mouth.

Natasha continues her playful attack, her fingers dancing at your sides with a light, tickling touch. She can't help but smirk a little at the sight of you squirming and laughing.

"Oh, you thought you could escape me, huh?" she teases, her voice warm and light. "Not a chance, sweetie." “Hahahaahahhaahhaah!” Natasha grins wider, loving the sound of your giggles. She doesn't let up, though, her fingers darting and dancing across your side relentlessly.

The dentist chuckles again, amused by the scene unfolding before her.

"Don't think I've ever heard a patient giggle this much," she comments, her eyes still studying your mouth. Natasha smirks at the dentist's comment, her grin turning a little smug.

"Well, she's special."

She continues the ticklish attack, her fingers now targeting that spot just beneath your ribs, the place that always sends you into fits of uncontrollable laughter. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Natasha's grin widens even more, her fingers dancing mercilessly across your vulnerable sides. She's enjoying the sounds of your laughter way too much.

"Ohoho, got that spot, didn't I?" she teases, her voice filled with playful arrogance.

The dentist chuckles at the scene, clearly amused but also still managing to focus on her task. Natasha’s smirk softens into an affectionate grin as she finally eases up on the tickling, but keeps her fingers poised like little spider-legs near your ribs—just in case.

"That’s my brave girl," she murmurs, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. "See? Not so scary when we’re laughing, right?"

The dentist nods enthusiastically, lowering her mirror. "All done! And guess what? No cavities—just a champion set of teeth." She offers you a high-five. "You rocked that."

Natasha bumps your shoulder playfully. "Told you you’d survive." “I still don’t like it here.” You pouted. Natasha exhales a laugh, ruffling your curls fondly. "Yeah, yeah—I know you don’t. But guess what? Now we’re done." She tugs you off the chair with a grin. "And since you were so tough, how about we stop for milkshakes after this? My treat."

She shoots the dentist a look—half-amused, half-apologetic—as she guides you toward the door. "Next time, though? Maybe less pouting, more brave face." Her fingers wiggle near your sides again, teasing. "Or I’ll have to bring the tickle-monster back." “No! No more tickle monstering!” You say holding your hands up in defense. Natasha laughs, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Then no more pouting! Deal?"

She gives you a little squeeze as she ushers you down the hallway, still amused and slightly smug. "Besides..." she adds, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, "The tickle monster never really goes away. It just hides... and waits” Your eyes go wide.

Natasha grins, enjoying the slight shiver she's just provoked in you with that comment. She squeezes you again with an affectionate chuckle.

"Relax, little mouse. I'm just teasing."

She pushes open the door, the bright, outside sunlight spilling into the room.

"But seriously..." she adds, her fingers just barely dancing at your waist for a short moment, "No pouting or the tickle monster will come back. Understand?" You nod.

Natasha beams, pleased with your response. "That’s what I like to hear." She ruffles your hair playfully before steering you toward the exit. "Now, let’s get that milkshake before I change my mind about the tickle truce."

Her tone is light, but there’s a mischievous glint in her eye—just enough to keep you on your toes. "Double chocolate, right? Or are we feeling wild and going for strawberry today?" “Strawberry!” Natasha nods, an approving smile on her lips. "Strawberry it is. Can't go wrong with that."

She steers you out of the dentist's office and toward the street, still keeping her arm looped around your shoulders. The bright sunshine feels warm against your faces as you walk.

She glances down at you, her expression softening a bit.

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Summary: Natasha is training Y/n in the avengers training room and things take a turn.

Sister fluff

SFW

Notes: two fics in one week!

AU

Words: 3201

“Again.” Her voice was calm but commanding, cutting through the quiet training room. You groaned, dragging yourself back up from the mat, ribs aching from her last sweep.

“Nat, I’m not a super-soldier,” you muttered, brushing sweat from your face.

“No excuses,” she shot back, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. “You want to learn, you listen.”

You lunged, fast—but not fast enough. Natasha moved like water, catching your wrist and flipping you flat on your back again. The breath left your lungs, replaced by the sound of her low chuckle.

“Better,” she said, crouching down beside you. Her voice softened just enough to make your pulse quicken. “But you’re still overthinking. Don’t anticipate—feel.”

Your gaze met hers, green eyes sharp and unyielding. The air between you shifted, tension crackling in the space that words couldn’t fill.

“Feel, huh?” you managed, half a laugh, half a breath.

trying to mask the way your pulse quickened Natasha's lips curved into a dangerous smile "Yes. Like this” She straddled you suddenly, pinning your wrists above your head. Your breath caught, Her face hovered inches from yours and you swore she was enjoying the way you squirmed under her grip.

"Lesson one," she whispered, her hair brushing your cheek. "Never let your guard down. Even with someone you trust." You swallowed hard. "And what's lesson two?” Her smirk widened. "You'll have to earn that one." “What?! Come on Nat gimme a break we’ve been training for over an hour.”

She laughed at that, shaking her head, her grip on your wrists unrelenting. "What, tired already?" she teased. "I thought you wanted to learn.” You rolled your eyes, still not quite able to control the way your heart raced with her so close. "I do. But if you keep knocking me down with no help, I'm not going to learn anything but how the mats feel against my face." Natasha chuckled, her tone still playful but her grip softening, her thumb almost tracing a gentle circle against your wrist. "Alright, alright,"she relented, shifting slightly, her knee pressed against your hip, pinning you more securely. The contact made your breath hitch, but you hoped she didn't notice.

Her gaze lingered on your face for a moment, studying you with that same intensity you associated with her missions. "You tense up too much," she murmured, her voice dropping a few decibels. "Relax." “I can’t exactly relax when you’re on top of me!” You grunt out. Natasha's smirk deepened, clearly enjoying your flustered state. "Tch. That’s exactly the problem," she said, her voice low and teasing. "You need to focus—even when the situation is... distracting."

She shifted her weight slightly, just enough to prove she could pin you without effort, her gaze sharp but amused. "Breathe. React. Don’t let adrenaline control you." A pause, then she added, almost softer, "Or do I need to make this harder?"

Her fingers flexed against your wrists—not painfully, but enough to remind you who was in charge. The challenge in her tone was clear. Either you’d learn to work through the distraction, or she’d keep pushing until you did. You take a deep breath add them in one swift move you use your strength to push your older sister off of you with your legs.

Natasha's eyes widened just slightly as you managed to catch her off guard, using her own momentum to toss her off you. She hit the mat with a soft thud, surprise briefly flickering across her face before it melted into approval. "Not bad," she conceded, pushing herself up on her elbows. Her gaze was calculating, almost impressed. "Where'd you learn that from?" “I’ve seen you do it to Yelena during your sparring sessions.” Natasha chuckled, a low, amused sound. "Sneaky," she murmured, climbing back to her feet with the fluid grace of a predator. "Watching and learning from the sidelines, huh?"

Her eyes roamed over you, appraising. "That's a good tactic." There was a pause, and then she added, a wry smile playing at the corner of her lips, "...But that won't work twice." “What’s that supposed to mean?” "It means," she said, slowly circling you now, each movement calculated, "that I won't be caught off guard again."

Her gaze was locked on you, studying your every move. "I know your tricks now," she continued, the teasing from before replaced by a steely seriousness. "You used my momentum and the element of surprise. It worked once, but it won't work twice."

She stopped suddenly in front of you, a sly smirk on her face. "Think you can surprise me again?" “Why are you so tough on me? I’ve seen you train with Wanda and Kate and you’re never this hard on them. And they’re older than me! I feel like you’re being harder on me because I’m your sister.”

A flicker of something unreadable passed over Natasha's face at your words, but it vanished just as quickly, replaced by her usual cool composure.

"It's not about you being my sister," she said firmly, her voice steady. "It's about you being capable. Age doesn't matter."

She took a step closer, her gaze meeting yours with a fierce intensity. "I train you harder because I see your potential,Y/n. Because I know what you're capable of. And I won't let you half-ass this just because you're the baby of the family." You furrow your brow. “But why am I the only one getting this ‘special treatment’ from you?”

Natasha's lips pressed into a tight line, her jaw clenching. You were getting to her, and she knew it. She let out a frustrated exhale.

"You want the real answer?" she asked, her voice low. "You want to know why I'm harder on you than those two?" “Yes!” You demanded. Natasha took a breath, visibly struggling to keep her cool. "You're young, naive, inexperienced. You still have this… this innocence about you." Her gaze bored into yours. "You still have so much to learn about the world, about how dangerous it is. And I refuse to let you go into that world unprepared, even if it means being harder on you than others."

She took another step closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "You're my little sister. And I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." Her words were fiercely protective, almost desperate. “Wow. Who knew you were so mushy?” You asked with a teasing tone am a smirk. Natasha's eyes narrowed—but there was a flicker of warmth there too, betraying her. She exhaled sharply through her nose, shaking her head.

"Careful," she warned, but her lips twitched despite herself. "I can still drop you on your back in half a second."

She reached out, flicking your forehead lightly just enough to sting. "And for the record, you started it. Talking about feelings like some kind of" She cut herself off, feigning exasperation. "Just... don’t get used to it." The unspoken ‘I love you’ hung between you, loud as gunfire. She’d deny it if you pointed it out. But then again, you didn’t need her to say it. Not when she showed it like this. You push her hand away from your head. Natasha caught your wrist mid-motion, grip firm but not harsh, and raised an eyebrow. "What was that for?"

Her tone was dry, but there was amusement in the tilt of her lips. "You push me away now, but I'm still the one teaching you how to not get knocked out by the first enemy you meet." She gave your wrist a light squeeze before releasing it.

"Think of it as tough love," she added, stepping back into a ready stance. "Now. Again."

The smirk returned—a challenge. "Unless you're afraid of a little extra attention from your big sister?" “Bring it on!”

Natasha's smirk deepened as you accepted her challenge, satisfaction glinting in her eyes. "That's the spirit."

She moved suddenly, her movements swift and calculated—but you were faster. You evaded her grasp, ducking and moving to the side.

She chuckled, a low, appreciative sound, and pivoted easily, following your movements like a dance.

"You're getting better," she conceded. "But not good enough."

She feinted left, then swiftly shifted her weight, going for your legs. You managed to sidestep this time, avoiding the sweep. “Woa-oof! Hey!!” Natasha swept your legs out from under you with a swift, fluid motion. You hit the mat with a grunt, pinned by her weight. Her smirk was infuriatingly smug.

"Too slow," she taunted, her gaze locked with yours. "You let your guard down."

Her grip on your wrists was firm but not painful, her thighs on either side of your hips, effectively trapping you. You could feel the heat of her body against yours, the way she breathed—slow and steady. “Hey! Get off of me!!” “I can’t do anything when you’re pinning my wrists!” Natasha tilted her head, green eyes glinting with challenge. "Wrists pinned, yes. But you’ve still got elbows, knees—even your forehead if you’re desperate."

She leaned closer, voice dropping to a taunting murmur. "Or are you waiting for me to go easy on you?"

Her smirk was pure provocation. "Prove me wrong. Show me you can get out of this."

You try to squirm away.

Natasha let out a low laugh, watching you struggle with obvious amusement. "Oh, come on," she teased, her voice laced with playful exasperation. "Squirming like that won’t get you free—it just makes this easier for me."

She tightened her grip, though still careful not to actually hurt you. "Use your leverage. You’re smaller, faster. Find a weak point and exploit it."

Her smirk widened, sharp and knowing. "Or are you just enjoying the attention?"

“Weak point huh? Okay then.” With that in mind you take your feet and shake them into Natasha’s ribs just enough to weaken her resolve enough to make her let go of your wrists. Then you go in for the attack and you tickle at the sides and belly. “How’s this for exploiting your weakness!” Natasha's eyes widened with surprise and then filled with mock outrage at your clever maneuver. "You did not just—" Her words were cut off in a sudden burst of laughter as you began to tickle her.

She tried to swat your hands away, but you were relentless, mercilessly targeting her most ticklish spots.

"No, wait—no no no—" her voice was breathless between fits of giggles. "That's—n-not fair—stop!" She squirmed, her stoic facade crumbling as she tried, and failed, to shield her exposed midriff from your attack. “All’s fair in a battle in real life. Like you told me.” You say as you continue to tickle her.

Natasha let out a sharp, breathless laugh, twisting under your relentless fingers. Her usual composure was completely shattered—hair mussed, face flushed, eyes bright with mirth.

"Okay—okay, fine," she gasped, half-heartedly swatting at your hands. "You made your point!" She wriggled, narrowly escaping your grasp and rolling away with an uncharacteristically graceless thud onto the mat.

Propping herself up on her elbows, she shot you a look—equal parts exasperated and impressed. "Sneaky move," she admitted, still catching her breath. "But don’t get too cocky."

The playful warning in her tone was undermined by the fact that she hadn’t quite stopped laughing yet. “Oh crap!” Natasha chuckled at your response, shaking her head lightly. Her breathing was still uneven, a clear indication of her recent bout of laughter.

"Yeah, oh crap is right," she teased, rolling back to her feet with a fluid motion. She looked a bit disheveled, stray strands of hair clinging to her face, but she wore her amusement unabashedly.

"Nice counterattack," she conceded. "But remember, I've been doing this a lot longer than you. I've got tricks you've never even dreamed of."

You start to back access from her knowing what she’s about to do. Natasha chuckled at your obvious attempt to put some distance between you. "Running already Y/n?" she teased, her expression a mix of amusement and challenge. "Afraid I'll get the upper hand again?"

She started to slowly circle around you, much like a hunter stalking its prey. Her movements were almost lazy, but there was an underlying tension, a barely noticeable readiness in her eyes.

"You know—" she began, a slow smile curving her lips. “I thought of another weakness you've got." “Nat? Don’t even think about it!” You say still backing away from her. A sly grin spread across Natasha's face at your words. "And why not?" she asked, feigning innocence. "You exploited my ticklish spot, it's only fair I return the favor."

She continued her slow, calculating approach, her steps almost soundless against the mat. "Unless," her tone dropping to a taunting whisper, "you're scared."

“Natasha, don’t do it!” Natasha smirked, clearly relishing your increasingly panicked reaction. "Come on," she teased, stepping even closer, now just a few feet away. "You can't hide it forever. Sooner or later—"

She lunged suddenly, her movements fluid and lightning-quick. She aimed for a very specific area—the crook of your neck, where she knew you were extremely ticklish. “Ahaha Natasha nohoho!” You laughed out in a bark as you scrunched your neck and wiggled around. Natasha didn't let up, fingers dancing lightly along the sensitive spot just below your ear. Her grin was downright wicked.

"Should've thought twice before starting this," she teased, laughter threading through her voice as you squirmed under her relentless attack. "You had the upper hand—briefly—but now?"

She punctuated the statement with a particularly effective tickle to your ribs, barely holding back her own laughter. "Now you're at my mercy." “HAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO STAHHAAHAHAP!!!!” Natasha now had you pinned to the training mat and is viciously tickling you in every weak point she knows.

Natasha was practically gleaming with triumph. She had you completely pinned and was absolutely unrelenting. Fingers dancing mercilessly over your most ticklish spots, she seemed to have found her groove.

Every squirm, shriek, or plea only seemed to egg her on further. She leaned down, smirk still in place, voice low and taunting. "Told you I had tricks up my sleeve," she murmured, enjoying your helpless squirming to no end. "How's it feel, baby sister?"

You try to fight back but it’s no use, she’s bigger and stronger than you are so it was quite hard. Natasha held you firmly in place with ease, her grip steady and unyielding. She chuckled at your fruitless attempts to fight back, clearly relishing the power dynamic.

"Struggle all you like Y/n," she teased, fingers still dancing over your vulnerable spots. "You're not going anywhere until I say so."

She wasn't even out of breath, despite the prolonged scuffle. It was obvious she was in complete control. Your helpless writhing and laughter only heightened her smug satisfaction. “NATASHAHAHAHA PLEASE STAHAHAP!!! MERCY MERCY!!!” You beg between laughter. Natasha's only response was a low, amused chuckle. Her fingers continued their relentless assault, seemingly everywhere at once. "Mercy? Oh, no. Not happening."

She shifted her weight a bit, effectively pinning you even more solidly under her, not missing a beat in her ruthless tickling. She savored your helpless pleas, her smirk growing wider with each breathless giggle.

"Consider this a lesson learned, little sister," she said mockingly. "Never start something you can't finish." “NOHOHOHOHO!! PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU AHAHA YOU WIHIHIN!!!!!” You pleaded.

Natasha's smile widened at your desperate pleas, but her fingers never slowed their relentless assault. "Begging for mercy, now, are we?" she taunted, her voice filled with mocking amusement.

She leaned in a bit closer, her ticklish onslaught continuing without pause. "You should've thought about that before you decided to use my weakness against me."

You could hear her chuckling now, clearly enjoying having you at her mercy. "Maybe next time you'll remember that I play to win."

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP ITS TOHOHOO MUCH!!! I CANT TAHAHAKE IT ANYMORE HAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAAH HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”

You kick and squirm as if you’re on fire but wherever you turn Natasha’s fingers follow in sync.

Natasha finally relented—but only barely—her fingers slowing to a light, teasing wiggle instead of full-blown tickling. Her grin was utterly smug.

"Oh? That's the limit already?" she taunted, though her touch gentled further. "And here I thought you had way more stamina than this."

She pulled back just enough to let you catch your breath, but the gleam in her eyes promised she wasn’t done yet. "You’re lucky I’m feeling generous."

A pause. Then, softer, but still dripping with mischief—

"...For now." You lay there sprawled out and breathless. Natasha watched you with an air of satisfaction, enjoying the sight of you breathless and spread out, flushed and weary. The smirk on her face was still there, but it had softened at the edges, hinting at a touch of genuine fondness beneath her teasing demeanor.

She shifted a bit, settling back on the mat, though still close enough to touch. She reached out, poking your side with a light finger.

"You know you look ridiculous right now, right?" she said, the words coming out a bit more affectionate than intended. “Don’t” pant “care.” A soft, genuine laugh escaped Natasha at your response. She rolled her eyes, but the fondness hadn't left her expression.

"Of course you don't," she replied, shaking her head. "Stubborn as ever."

She nudged you playfully, still smirking. "But you do look pretty ridiculous all breathless and sprawled on the mat like a starfish."

“Help me up?” You ask holding your arm out to the older girl.

Natasha's smirk softened at your request, and she nodded, reaching out to take your hand and pull you up. "Yeah, yeah."

She helped you to your feet with a firm, steady grip, her strength making the task almost effortless. Once you were upright, she didn't let go immediately, still holding onto your hand loosely.

"You good?" she asked, her tone shifting from teasing to gently concerned. “Yeah, thanks.” You replied. Natasha gave a small, approving nod. "Good." She finally let go of your hand, though her fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary—her version of comfort.

She stretched her arms overhead, rolling her shoulders as if to shake off the exertion. "Next time, maybe think twice before trying to exploit my weak spots," she said dryly, though there was no real bite to it.

A beat passed, then she added, quieter—almost reluctant—"But... not bad, honestly. You learn fast."

The praise was rare, but genuine. And coming from her, that meant something. “Thanks Nat.” You say with a smile. Natasha’s smirk softened—just barely—into something that almost resembled a real smile. She reached out, ruffling your hair in a way that was equal parts teasing and affectionate.

"Don’t let it go to your head," she warned, but there was no real edge to it. "You’ve still got a long way to go before you can take me down for real."

She turned, heading for the door, but paused just long enough to glance back. "Rest up. Tomorrow, we go again."

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Summary: Natasha is teaching Y/n responsibility in not giving up while they are running for part of her training.

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Notes: I’ll releasing another fic like this one where Natasha and Y/n are training in the avengers training room.

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Natasha had just started training her younger sister and today was running. “Come on,Y/n, a little faster! Pick it up a bit.” She says as she runs beside her younger sibling. “Nat I can’t I can’t run anymore!” You say panting. “Nonsense. Your stamina can last longer than this, keep going.” She encourages her younger sister, but is also quite hard on her.

“No I can’t my my side hurts.” You whine while holding you left side. Natasha slows her pace slightly to match yours, keeping a firm but encouraging tone. "Breathe through it, Y/nn. In through the nose, out through the mouth. You've got this - focus on my voice and just keep moving." She taps your shoulder lightly. "We'll walk for thirty seconds, then pick it back up. That stitch will pass." “No no I can’t Tasha. No more running.” You say still out of breath. Natasha stops running entirely, turning to face you with her hands on her hips. Her expression softens just slightly, though her tone remains firm.

"Hey, look at me. You can. You're tougher than this little cramp, I know you are. Breathe—deep breaths, in and out—while I count to ten, then we'll jog easy the rest of the way home. Deal?"

She holds out a hand, waiting for Peyton to take it, her gaze steady. "Romanoff’s don't quit mid-run. Especially not my sister. C’mon you just need some motivation!” You look at her confused. “What do you mean?!” Natasha sighs, her eyes never leaving yours. "You heard me. Motivation. And I know exactly how to get you going."

A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, and she leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a low whisper. "But you have to promise not to get mad at me.” “Okay but why would I get mad at you?” The younger girl asks still confused. Natasha suddenly darts forward, fingers wiggling menacingly "Tickles if you don’t start running again in three… two…" Her smirk widens, green eyes glinting with playful challenge.

"Or do I need to remind you what happened last time you ignored my countdown?" She takes a deliberate step closer, her hands hovering—ready to strike if you don’t move. Your eyes go wide as you see her getting closer to you. “No no no! Get away from me!!” You say as you start running away from you’re tickling fingers.

Natasha gives a victorious grin as she begins matching her pace to yours, easily keeping up with her younger sibling despite the shorter legs.

"There you go! See, I knew my little motivation technique would get you moving again." She lets out a low laugh, thoroughly enjoying teasing her sibling.

"And don't you dare slow down now." She adds, her hand sneaking closer towards your waist. “Natasha I can’t keep running for much longer I’m running out of breath!” You say while breathlessly running away from your sister.

Natasha's smirk softens, her competitive nature taking a backseat to her concern for her sibling.

"Okay, alright, take a breather." She says, slowing their pace to a light jog. She glances at your face, noting the exhaustion and exertion there.

"You've done well, Y/n. We're almost there." She encourages, her hand moving to give her little sister a firm pat on the back. "Just a few hundred meters more." Hearing that your eyes go wide and you stop in your tracks and flop onto the ground lying on your back. Natasha stops as well, a mix of surprise and amusement flashing across her face as y/n flops onto the ground. She raises an eyebrow, hands on her hips "Uh, what are you doing down there, Y/n?"

She walks over, standing above you with a half-teasing, half-concerned look. "Don't tell me you're giving up already?"

“Yeah I’m giving up.” I say breathlessly.

Natasha exhales sharply through her nose, shaking her head—but there's no real irritation behind it, just exasperated fondness. She crouches down beside Peyton, nudging her lightly with a boot.

"Romanoff’s don't give up." She folds her arms, but her tone lacks bite. "Up. Now. Or I will drag you the rest of the way by your ankles. Your choice."

Her lips twitch, though, betraying the threat as mostly bluff—mostly.

Panting “No, Nat I’m done. No amount of nudging or threats or tickling will make me run more.”

A long-suffering sigh escapes Natasha as she considers what she thinks to be her last resort. She shifts into a seated position on the ground, leaning back on her hands and eyeing her little sister.

"You're absolutely determined to be stubborn about this, aren't you, Y/n?" There's a hint of affection in her voice, though, a mix of irritation and love born from sibling relationships everywhere.

She reaches out, poking your shoulder gently. "You're gonna make me play dirty, huh?" “Mmmm” you groan. "Alright, you asked for it." Natasha's expression transforms from exasperated to mischievous as she leans over you. Her fingers hover over her sister's sensitive sides, a clear warning.

"Last chance to change your mind, Y/n." She warns, her tone light—though there's a glint of determination in her eyes. "Because I'm about to tickle you so hard you'll forget about your exhaustion real fast." “I told you no amount of teasing or tickling will make me run more.” You state still laying in the ground. Natasha grins, unphased Y/n’s defiance. She scoots closer, her fingers now mere inches from Y/n’s sides.

"You say that now, but your reaction will soon be different, my adorable little sister." Her voice lowers, taking on a playful yet menacing tone. "And remember: you brought this on yourself."

And with that, her fingers descend, rapidly drumming and tickling your sides, aiming for all her sensitive spots without mercy. You start giggling lightly. Natasha grins triumphantly, not letting up on the tickling as you starts to giggle. Her fingers dance mercilessly over ribs, her voice laced with playful victory.

"Uh-oh, Y/nn, sounds like someone’s very ticklish today!" She teases, pausing just long enough to poke your nose. "Now, what was that about ‘no amount of tickling’ working?" Her smirk widens. "Because I definitely heard laughter and that’s basically surrender."

She leans in, fingers poised for another attack. "So, are we running again, or do I have to remind you how ruthless I can be?"

“I’m not gohohona ruhuhun!! Hahahaha tihickile me all you wahahant!! Ahahahahah!” You retort out through laughter as you squirm on the ground. Natasha gives a full-belly laugh as she witnesses your defiant yet futile attempt to speak through her giggles. "Oh, you're so determined, aren't you, y/n? But I'm afraid your resolve is crumbling."

She intensifies the tickling, adding squeezes and gentle pinches to the mix, targeting all her little sister's known sweet spots in a ruthless dance. Her expression is a mix of affection, amusement, and determination. "You can keep trying to resist, but the tickling will win, my stubborn little sister.

“Nahahat please!!!!” You plead between giggles. Natasha slows the tickling—but doesn’t stop completely—her fingers still skittering lightly over your ribs as she leans in with a victorious smirk.

“Begging now? That’s new.” Her voice drips with playful satisfaction. “But I warned you—I don’t lose. So.” She flicks her gaze toward the path ahead, then back to Y/n’s flushed face. “Do I get to hear ‘Fine, Nat, I’ll run!’ or do we keep testing your tickle tolerance?” Her thumbs press just below your ribs, a silent threat. “Choose wisely.” “Can’t we heheh just walk bahahack?!?”

Natasha pretends to consider the plea, her smile widening slightly. She rubs slow, teasing circles on your belly with her thumbs, pretending to debate her answer. Her fingers remain poised, ready to pounce again.

"Hmm, let me think." She taps her chin, her voice dripping with false thoughtfulness. "I suppose I could allow a compromise. If you promise me something first." “What?”

Natasha leans in, her fingers still hovering dangerously near your sides, but her smirk shifts into something softer—almost coaxing.

“Promise me no more flopping dramatically on the ground mid-run.” She pokes your shoulder lightly. “And that next time, you’ll at least try to push through the burn instead of surrendering to the sidewalk.”

Her eyes glint—playful but serious. “Deal?” She raises an eyebrow, waiting. “Or do I need to resume motivational tactics?” Her fingers twitch pointedly. “Deal!” You promise. Natasha grins, triumphant, and finally relents, pulling her hands away—though not without giving your side one last teasing poke.

Der Reader ist die kleine Schwester von Natasha und Yelena und wurde auf ihre erste Party eingeladen und beide haben nein zu ihr gesagt das sie nicht hingehen darf weil sie Abends ist.

Der Reader schleicht sich heimlich raus und Nat & Yelena erwischen sie dabei und bestrafen sie indem sie den Reader zu Todekitzeln.

Kate hört das Lachen und ist entsetzt als sie hört das ihre beste Freundin oder Freund ohne sie auf eine heimliche Party wollte und hilft Nat & Yelena den Reader ordentlich durch zu kitzeln.

Wäre echt cool wenn du die Fanfiction länger machst ich liebe deine Fanfictions.

Lass dir Ruhig Zeit.

Hardly a Party

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Words: 1619

A/N: This was so much fun to write. I love these requests that I get you guys are so creative with these ideas! I hope you enjoy!

Request translated from German:

(Hey, I just thought of another fanfiction idea, in case you'd like to write it. The Reader is Natasha and Yelena's little sister; she was invited to her first party, but both of them told her she wasn't allowed to go because it was taking place in the evening. The Reader sneaks out secretly, but Nat and Yelena catch them in the act and punish them by tickling the Reader to death. Kate hears the laughter and is horrified to learn that her best friend—whether male or female—intended to sneak off to a party without her; she then joins Nat and Yelena in giving the Reader a thorough tickling. It would be really cool if you made the fanfiction longer—I love your fanfictions. Feel free to take your time.)

The apartment was unusually quiet.Too quiet.

Y/n stood in the middle of her room, staring at her reflection like she was about to step onto a stage. She adjusted her outfit for the fifth time, smoothing it down, then fluffing her hair, then immediately messing with it again

“Okay,” she whispered to herself. “Totally normal. Not suspicious at all.”

Earlier that evening, both Natasha and Yelena had given her a very firm no.

“No parties,” Natasha had said calmly, arms crossed, that look in her eyes that meant she already knew Y/n would try something anyway.

“Especially at night,” Yelena added, pointing dramatically. “Night is when bad decisions are made. I know this from experience.”

Y/n had nodded. Smiled. Pretended to agree.

And now—well.

Now she was climbing out her window.

She had one leg over the ledge when

“Going somewhere?”

Y/n froze.

Slowly… painfully slowly… she turned her head.

Natasha was leaning against the wall, completely relaxed, like she’d been there the entire time.

Yelena sat cross-legged on Y/n’s bed, grinning like she’d just won the lottery.

“…No?” Y/n tried.

Yelena clapped once. “Ah, yes. The classic ‘half-out-the-window but going nowhere’ technique.”

Natasha pushed off the wall and walked over, raising an eyebrow. “Care to explain?”

Y/n scrambled back inside, nearly tripping over herself. “Okay, look, it’s not a big deal—just a small party—like, tiny. Microscopic.”

“At night,” Natasha said.

“With people,” Yelena added.

“Without telling us,” Natasha finished.

Y/n winced. “…When you say it like that, it sounds worse.”

“It is worse,” Yelena said cheerfully, hopping off the bed. “But don’t worry. We have punishment.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes. “Punishment?”

Natasha cracked a faint smile. “Nothing serious.”

That should’ve been reassuring… It wasn’t.

Five minutes later, Y/n was pinned on the couch.

“This is so unfair!” she protested, trying (and failing) to twist away.

“You tried to sneak out,” Yelena said, grabbing one of her wrists. “Very dramatic. Very disrespectful.”

Natasha took the other wrist with ease. “Also predictable.”

Y/n blinked. “…Wait.”

Yelena’s grin widened. “Oh no.” You whined “Oh yes.”

The first poke to her side made Y/n jolt like she’d been electrocuted.

“NO—!”

Too late.

Yelena immediately went in for rapid, merciless scribbles along her sides while Natasha kept her arms securely pinned.

“Nat—Natasha—please—this is cruel—!” Y/n gasped, already dissolving into laughter.

Natasha tilted her head, almost thoughtful. “Sneaking out was also cruel.”

“I didn’t even leave yet!” Y/n squeaked, kicking her legs as she tried to squirm away.

“Intent,” Yelena said. “Very important.”

Y/n burst into uncontrollable laughter as Yelena switched tactics, dragging her fingers lightly up and down her ribs. “NO—no—stop!”

“Stop?” Yelena echoed innocently. “But we are just getting started.”

That’s when the front door opened.

“Hey, I brought snacks—”

Kate stopped mid-sentence.

She took in the scene: Y/n trapped on the couch, laughing uncontrollably, Natasha holding her still, Yelena mid-tickle attack.

“…Wow,” Kate said. “I missed something.”

Y/n reached out desperately. “KATE—HELP!”

Kate raised an eyebrow. “Help you… or help them?”

Y/n froze.Yelena gasped dramatically. “Wait. Kate. Did you know she was going to a party?”

Kate blinked. “Party?” Silence.

Y/n slowly turned her head. “…Don’t.”

Kate crossed her arms. “You were going to a party. Without me.”

“…Maybe?” Natasha exhaled softly, like this was confirming everything.

Yelena shook her head in mock disappointment. “This betrayal runs deep.”

Kate set the snacks down very carefully.Then she smiled. “Oh, I’m definitely helping.”

“NO—NO, KATE—!” Too late again.

Kate hopped onto the couch beside them, immediately going for Y/n’s other side. “You know, I feel personally offended.”

“I was gonna text you—!” Y/n tried, laughter breaking every word.

“After you got there?” Kate teased, wiggling her fingers along Y/n’s ribs.

Y/n shrieked with laughter, completely overwhelmed now. “I’M SORRY—!”

Yelena leaned in closer. “Apology not accepted yet.”

Natasha, still holding her wrists, smirked slightly. “You should’ve known better.”

Y/n kicked helplessly, laughter nonstop, completely outnumbered. “THIS IS—THIS IS TOO MUCH—!”

Kate grinned. “That’s kind of the point.”

After what felt like forever (and was probably only a few minutes), they finally let up.

Y/n collapsed against the couch, completely out of breath, hair a mess, face flushed.

“I hate all of you,” she mumbled weakly.

Yelena patted her shoulder. “No, you love us.”

“…I do,” Y/n admitted.

Kate flopped down next to her. “Next time, you invite me.”

Natasha crossed her arms again, but there was a softness in her expression now. “And next time, you don’t sneak out.”

Y/n sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

Yelena leaned in with a mischievous glint. “Good. Because next punishment might be worse.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “WORSE?!”

Kate smirked. “Oh yeah. We can get creative.”

Y/n groaned, covering her face. “I’m never leaving this house again.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see about that.”

And just like that, the apartment filled with laughter again—this time, without any escape attempts.

The laughter slowly faded, leaving the room warm and a little messy.

Y/n was still sprawled across the couch, breathing hard, while Kate reached over to grab her snacks again.

“Okay,” Kate said between bites, “that was incredible. Slightly terrifying, but incredible.”

Y/n groaned, dragging a pillow over her face. “I’m never trusting any of you again.”

“Lies,” Yelena said immediately. “You have no choice.”

Kate grinned, then stood up, stretching. “Alright, I’m gonna grab something from the kitchen. You guys… try not to start round two without me.”

Y/n peeked out from under the pillow. “There is no round two.”

Yelena wiggled her fingers.

Y/n immediately covered her face again. “I regret everything.”

Kate laughed as she headed out of the room, her footsteps fading down the hall.

The moment she disappeared, the energy shifted. Quieter. More still.

Yelena didn’t move right away. She stayed perched on the armrest, watching Y/n—really watching her this time.

Natasha noticed the change immediately.

“What is it?” she asked.

Yelena hesitated, then frowned slightly. “I do not understand something.”

Y/n groaned into the pillow. “That sounds like a problem for later.”

“No,” Yelena said, more serious now. “Now.”

Y/n slowly lowered the pillow, blinking up at her. “…Okay?”

Yelena tilted her head. “Why do you want to go out so much?”

Y/n froze.

Natasha’s gaze sharpened just a little, shifting to her.

“You’ve been asking more,” Natasha added quietly. “Pushing more.”

Y/n sat up slowly, suddenly unsure what to do with her hands. “It’s not… a big deal.”

Yelena crossed her arms. “It is big enough that you try to sneak out window.”

“…That was one time.”

“Tonight is one time,” Yelena corrected. “Other times, you try door.”

Y/n winced. “Okay, wow, you’ve been keeping track?”

“Yes.”

Natasha didn’t smile, but there was the faintest hint of it in her eyes.

“Y/n,” she said, softer now, “talk to us.”

That did it.

Y/n exhaled, shoulders dropping a little. “It’s not just about the party.”

Neither of them interrupted.

Y/n glanced between them, then looked down. “You both go out all the time. Missions, work… you have your own lives.”

Yelena frowned slightly. “That is not same.”

“I know,” Y/n said quickly. “I’m not saying I want that. I just…” She paused, searching.

The room felt smaller somehow. Quieter.

“I feel like I’m always the one staying behind,” she said finally. “Like I’m the kid you have to watch instead of someone who gets to actually do things.”

Yelena’s expression shifted—confusion giving way to something more thoughtful.

Natasha’s posture softened, just slightly.

“I just wanted something normal,” Y/n continued, her voice quieter now. “A party, friends, music… something that’s mine.”

Silence settled between them.

Yelena looked down at her hands. “You think we see you as child?”

Y/n hesitated, then gave a small shrug. “Sometimes.”

That lingered.

Natasha stepped closer, resting a hand lightly on the back of the couch. “That’s not why we said no.”

Y/n looked up at her.

“It’s not about control,” Natasha said. “It’s about safety.”

“I can handle a party,” Y/n said—not defensive, just honest.

Yelena sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “It is not party. It is… everything around it. People we do not know. Situations that change.”

Natasha nodded. “We’ve seen how quickly things can go wrong.”

Y/n studied them more carefully this time.

“You’re not just being strict,” she murmured.

“No,” Natasha said.

Yelena shook her head. “We are being worried.”

That landed differently.

Y/n exhaled slowly. “Okay… yeah. I get that.”

A small pause.

Then Natasha spoke again. “But you’re not wrong either.”

Y/n blinked. “Wait—what?”

“You should have things that are yours,” Natasha said. “Normal things.”

Yelena nodded, slower this time. “Yes. Normal is… good. Strange, but good.”

Despite herself, Y/n smiled a little.

“So what are you saying?” she asked.

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “You don’t sneak out.”

“Definitely not,” Yelena added. “Sneaking leads to consequences. We have proven this.”

Y/n huffed softly. “Yeah, yeah.”

“But,” Natasha continued, “we talk about it first.”

Yelena leaned forward slightly. “We know where you are. Who you are with.”

Y/n considered that.

“That’s… fair,” she admitted.

Yelena studied her for a moment longer, then nudged her shoulder lightly. “You are still annoying.”

Y/n bumped her back. “You literally just tickled me into another dimension.”

Yelena smiled faintly. “And I would do it again.”

“Wow.”

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Summary: y/n gets her mind taken over my Loki

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You were compromised, brainwashed and by none other than Loki. You were manipulated by his magic and you were stronger now, but your big sister was still stronger. She managed to fight you even though it pained her to fight her eleven year old sister she knew it had to be done for the greater good. Eventually she knocked you out cleanly with a punch to the head, then she gently pick you up and carried you to a private room.

Natasha set you down gently on the bed and sat down on the edge, her hand running gently through your hair. She let out a shaky sigh, staring down at your face. There was a deep sadness in her eyes, but she tried to ignore it. She was supposed to be calm and emotionless, she was an assassin, she had been trained to not feel things, but this was her baby sister, and it was hard to shut out these emotions.

You were still unconscious and your wrists were in straps attached to the bed-chair

Natasha sighed quietly as you remained unconscious, the sound of the beeping machines in the room was the only thing that broke the silence. She continued to gently run her hand through your hair, a small crease between her eyebrows. She was struggling to keep her emotions in check. Her eyes would occasionally flicker towards your strapped wrists and her expression would harden, before she forced her eyes back on your face.

“Mmm ughhhhgh!!!” You shout

Natasha's hand pauses, her eyes snapping up to meet yours when your eyes flutter open. A wave of relief washes over her face when she sees you starting to wake up. "Hey, hey, you're alright," she murmurs softly, her hand gently resting against your cheek. You pull at your restrains but the restrains hold fast, keeping you firmly in place. Natasha watches your struggle for a moment, before speaking up softly. "Easy, it's for your own safety," she says, her tone gentle. "You're not in control right not, you're in Loki’s mind control spell."

“Let me go Nat!!” "No." Her tone is firm, but her eyes betray her sadness. "You're not in control of your own mind right now. You're not yourself, y/n." She keeps her hand on your cheek, her touch unusually tender. You jerk your head away and snap at her hand.

Natasha pulls her hand back, a slight grimace crossing her face at your hostility. It's strange to see you acting like this, the sweet little girl she knows replaced by a brainwashed version of you. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I know you don't understand what's going on right now." She says gently. "But you need to trust me, okay?"

“What’s happening to me? Let me out of these straps!!” You all pulling hard at the straps holding your wrists down.

Natasha exhales deeply, knowing that she needs to explain things to you, despite the fact that you won't like the truth. "You've been brainwashed, y/n. Loki, he used his magic on you, manipulated your mind. That's why you're strapped to the bed, it's for your own good, and for the safety of everyone around you."

“Let me go Natasha!” She shakes her head, her voice firm. "I can't do that Y/nn. You're not in your right mind, and you're a danger to yourself and everyone around you. The minute I release those straps you'll try to attack me." She says firmly, her eyes hardening with resolve.

“Gaaaahhhh!!! Get him out of my head!!!!!” You scream

Natasha watches you struggle against your mental torment, her heart breaking to see you in so much pain. She wanted nothing more than to comfort you, to hold you close and make everything better, but she also knew she couldn't risk letting you free, not with Loki's influence still so strong. Her voice was softer now, an almost pleading tone coming through. "I know it's hard, I know it hurts." She says softly. "But you have to fight it, y/n. Fight his hold on you."

Natasha has seen this before with Clint but she didn’t want to do to you what she did to him to snap him out of this. Natasha knew all too well the horrors of Loki's mind control, having witnessed it firsthand with Clint. The memory of the brutal methods she used to break him free still haunted her. She couldn't bear the thought of doing that to you, her little sister, her sweet, uncomplicated, innocent little sister. But as she watched you struggle against the torment of Loki's influence, her gaze hardened with a painful resolve. She had to find a way, any way, to break you free without resorting to the same methods she used with Clint. Natasha had Bruce formulate an elixir to wear off the mind control. Bruce Banner, the brilliant scientist and the Hulk, worked tirelessly in his lab to concoct an elixir that could counter Loki's mind control. After hours spent poring over research and experimenting with various chemicals, he finally developed a formula that had the potential to neutralize Loki's influence over your mind. Natasha waited impatiently, her eyes flicking to the door of Bruce's lab every several moments. This was their best option, their only option, to free you from Loki's grip and bring you back to yourself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Bruce emerged from his lab with a vial in his hand, the dark purple concoction swirling inside. He approached Natasha, his expression weary but hopeful. "I think I've got it," he said, holding up the vial. "This should counteract Loki's mind control. It's a complex formula, but I've run simulations and it should work."

Natasha's eyes locked onto the vial, her hope rising with each word Bruce spoke. "Are you sure it will work?" She asked, her voice strained with a mix of desperation and uncertainty. She wanted so badly to believe that this could be the solution, that it could free you from Loki's grip, but she also dreaded the possibility of getting her hopes up only to be crushed if it failed. “Yes it’ll work for sure. It might taste a bit disgusting but it’ll definitely work.”

He says handing the cup of elixir to Natasha.

Natasha took the cup from Bruce's hands, her grip tight as she held it. Her gaze lingered on the indigo liquid, the color swirling hypnotically in the light.

"I hope you're right," she said softly, a hint of doubt and fear flickering in her eyes. She knew the importance of this moment, the weight of it resting heavily on her shoulders. Without another word, she turned and walked back into the room where you were still strapped to the bed.

"Y/n?" She called softly as she approached you. “What?!” You retorted

Natasha's heart twisted painfully as she saw the cold, unfeeling look in your eyes. It was a stark contrast to the warmth and life that usually sparked within them. She took a deep breath, summoning all her strength to remain calm.

"I have something for you," she said softly, approaching closer. Holding up the cup of the indigo liquid, she continued, her voice steady even though her heart felt like it was breaking. "Drink this." “What is it?” You ask. Natasha tried to keep her expression neutral, knowing that the truth might not be what you wanted to hear. "It's an elixir. A special formula that Bruce developed. It will help break Loki's control over your mind."

She approached closer, holding the cup to your lips. "You have to drink it, y/n. Trust me, it's for your own good." “It smells bad I’m not drinking that!” Natasha couldn't help but feel a flicker of sympathy at your stubborn resistance. She understood your hesitation, the strange and likely unpleasant odour of the concoction not exactly being an inviting proposition.

"I know it doesn't smell good," she said quietly, her voice gentle yet firm. "But I promise you, it's necessary. It's the only way to break Loki's control."

She leaned closer, holding the cup up to your lips again. "Please, y/n. Just take a small sip to start."

“No!!” Natasha gritted her teeth, her patience beginning to wear thin. Your stubborn refusal was driving her to the brink of desperation. She knew time was of the essence, that every second delayed only gave Loki's grip over you more time to strengthen.

"Y/n, you have to drink this," she said firmly, her voice harder now as frustration seeped in. She placed her free hand on your chin, trying to tilt your head back so you would drink. "Open your mouth."

You turned your head away from Natasha.

Natasha's jaw clenched, a mix of frustration and helplessness coursing through her. She had always been patient, but her little sister's stubborn refusal was testing her limits.

"Stop being so stubborn," she snapped, her hand still holding your chin. "You're acting like a child. You need to drink this, whether you like it or not. It's for your own good."

With a swift move, she placed the cup against your lips again, determined to force you to drink it. “No I don’t want to!! It smells bad and it probably tastes worse!” You shout.

Natasha's patience was hanging by a frayed thread now. The tension in her shoulders was evident, her jaw tense as she fought to control her frustration.

"I don't care how it tastes," she said through clenched teeth. "This isn't a game, y/n. You need to stop behaving like this. Now, for the last time, open your mouth and drink the elixir." “Do you have something I can eat to get the tease taste out of my mouth when I’m done?” you ask her.

Natasha's expression softened a fraction, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. She knew you were trying to negotiate, to make the situation more palatable.

"Fine," she said a bit more gently, the tension in her shoulders relaxing slightly. "I'll find something sweet for you to eat afterwards, to help with the taste. *But*, you have to drink the elixir first, understand? No more arguing." “Can you get me blackberries?” You ask innocently.

Natasha nodded, a small sigh leaving her lips as she acquiesced to your request. She was still annoyed with your stubbornness but it was clear she was willing to make a concession if it meant you would drink the elixir. "Blackberries," she repeated, a touch of resignation in her voice. "I'll find you some blackberries. But again, you gotta drink the elixir first, okay?"

“Get the berries first then I’ll drink it. I want them here and ready so i can eat them as soon as I drink this sludge.”

You say motioning to the cup

Natasha clenched her jaw, biting back a sharp retort. She wanted to argue, to force you to drink the elixir immediately, but she knew that wouldn't work.

"Fine," she bit out, her patience wearing thin. "I'll get you the blackberries first. But you better keep your end of the bargain and drink the elixir, got it?" Without waiting for a response, Natasha spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, a mix of anger and determination on her face.

Natasha walked through the bustling hallways of the Avengers facility, her gaze sharp and focused as she made her way to the kitchen. The facility was alive with activity, with various agents and superheroes going about their day, but Natasha's mind was solely fixed on her mission: blackberries.

As she entered the kitchen, she began searching through the fridge and pantry, looking for those elusive blackberries you had requested. Finally, she found a bowl of fresh blackberries sitting in the back corner of the fridge and grabbed them, a small sigh of relief escaping her lips.

With the blackberries in hand, Natasha quickly made her way back to your room, her mind still swirling with thoughts of your stubbornness and the urgency of the situation. Finally, she reached the door to your room and walked in, her gaze scanning the room until she found you strapped to the bed.

“I have the blackberries," she said coolly, walking closer to your bedside and holding the bowl out towards you. "Now it's your turn to hold up your side of the bargain. Drink the elixir." You sigh “Okay I’ll do it.”

Natasha tried to ignore the small spark of triumph within her as you agreed to drink the elixir. She was glad you were finally cooperating, even if it was just a step in the right direction.

"Good," she said, her voice a bit softer now. She held out the cup of indigo liquid to you, her gaze steady. "Just a few sips and then you can have the berries."

She watched you closely, her hand holding the cup just above your lips, waiting for you to take the first sip. “But it smells nasty!” You say now getting a smell of the liquid.

Natasha couldn't hold back an exasperated sigh this time. Dealing with your stubbornness was more exhausting than any mission she had ever been on.

"I know it smells bad, y/n," she said, her patience growing thin. "But it's necessary. And the sooner you drink it, the sooner you can have the blackberries."

She pushed the cup closer to your lips, trying to sound firmer this time. "Just drink a sip, okay?" “Can’t I just wait it or Nat!!!”

You yell your anger uncontrollable due to Loki’s spell.

Natasha's eyebrows furrowed as you yelled, her frustration rising. She could see the anger and the influence of Loki's spell creeping in, making you less like yourself with each passing second.

"No, you can't wait," she said firmly, her voice rising in response to your outburst. "The sooner you drink this, the sooner we can break Loki's spell. I won't let you be manipulated any longer."

She pressed the cup to your lips more firmly this time, her grip tight. "Drink. Now."

You pull your face away from the cup

“No!!!!” Natasha's patience was officially at its absolute limit.

Her grasp on the cup tightened, her jaw clenching with frustration. She was done with your stubbornness, she was done with playing games.

She leaned in even closer, her face just inches from yours, her voice a low growl.

"Open. Your. Mouth. Now." You whine and Natasha's grip on the cup remained unyielding as she watched you begin to whine. She had had just about enough of your tantrums and resistance.

"Stop whining," she said firmly, her voice brooking no room for argument.

With a swift move, her free hand came up and grabbed your chin, her fingers pressing into your skin firmly but not painfully. Her gaze bored into yours, determination and a hint of anger in her eyes.

"Open your mouth and drink the elixir, or I'll force it down your throat myself."

She opens your mouth as you refuse to do so yourself, pouring some of the liquid into your mouth then closing it while rubbing your throat to make you swallow. Natasha's grip on the cup was steady as she carefully poured a small amount of the indigo elixir into your open mouth. She knew you wouldn't willingly drink it yourself, so this was the only alternative.

As the elixir made contact with your tongue, you began to cough and sputter, your throat closing reflexively. Natasha's hand gently rubbed your throat, coaxing you to swallow the liquid.

"Swallow," she urged quietly, her eyes never leaving yours. "Come on, you have to swallow it."

You gulp it down reluctantly “Gah! That’s disgusting!!” Natasha couldn't help but exhale a sigh of relief as you swallowed the elixir. Finally, you had ingested the liquid.

"I know it's disgusting," she acknowledged, her tone still somewhat stern but a hint of understanding in her eyes. "But it was necessary. Now we just need to wait a few minutes for it to take effect."

After placing the empty cup on a nearby table, she turned back to you, her gaze assessing your expression.

“Untie me now!!” You demanded from her.

Natasha crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering as you demanded to be untied.

"Not yet," she replied, her voice firm. "I need to make sure that the elixir works fully, and that it has truly broken Loki's influence before I untie you."

She watched you closely, her eyes scrutinizing your every movement, searching for any sign of Loki's control still lingering within you.

“Can’t you at least sit with me?” You ask

Natasha's stern expression softened marginally at your request for her to sit with you. She considered it for a brief moment, her gaze still fixed on you. While maintaining a firm stance, she finally acquiesced with a small sigh.

"Fine," she replied, uncrossing her arms. "I'll sit with you, but only until I'm sure the elixir has fully worked."

She took a seat on the edge of the bed, positioning herself close to you but still with a hint of wariness in her gaze.

You lay your head back and close your eyes.

Natasha watched as you rested your head back against the headboard, your eyes closing. She allowed herself a moment of silence, her mind still racing with thoughts and concerns.

She stole glances at you every so often, her gaze flicking over your form, assessing the effects the elixir was having, or not having.

"How do you feel?" she asked quietly, curiosity lacing her voice. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, an unconscious gesture of anxiety.

“Tired, woozy, and a bit dizzy.” You say with your eyes closed.

Natasha nodded, taking note of your reported symptoms. It was a normal reaction to the elixir, a sign that it was beginning to work its magic.

"It's normal to feel that way," she reassured, her voice gentler now. "The elixir can cause those side effects. Just try to rest for now, okay?"

She shifted on the bed, angling herself slightly to face you better, her guard still half up but starting to slowly lower. “Nat?”

Natasha's attention snapped to you as you spoke her name, her gaze locking onto yours. "Yes?" she responded, her voice calm and steady, but a hint of concern lingering beneath the surface.

“My chin itches and um…” you look down gesturing to the restraints

“can you scratch it for me?”

Natasha couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, her stern demeanor faltering for a brief moment at your request. She glanced down at the restraints securing you to the bed, an almost smirk crossing her face.

"You want me to scratch your itch, huh?" she asked, her tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.

Nevertheless, her resolve softened a fraction.

"Alright," she said with a sigh, reaching out to scratch your chin gently with her fingers.

As she scratches your chin you scrunch your neck. “Heheh Nat that tickles!” Natasha's fingers continued to gently scratch your chin, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she noticed your reaction.

"Does it now?" she teased, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she continued to lightly scratch your sensitive skin, enjoying the sound of your laughter despite herself.

“Hehehehe stop it! I can’t defend myself I’m still strapped down stohohop!” Natasha's smirk broadened into a full-fledged smile upon hearing your pleading, her fingers dancing over your sensitive spots.

"Oh, I know you can't defend yourself," she replied with faux innocence, her tone dripping with mock-sympathy. "That's why I'm taking advantage."

Her fingers continued their attack, expertly targeting ticklish areas without mercy.

“Natahahashahaha this isn’t fahahair!” Natasha's smirk widened as your words were punctuated by bouts of giggling. She was thoroughly enjoying herself now, her fingers relentlessly exploring every sensitive spot she could find.

"Oh, life's not fair, darling," she retorted, her voice soft yet full of mischief. "Especially not for you when you're trapped and defenseless. Ticklish as hell." You squirm and pull at your wrist straps

Natasha watched as you squirm and pulled against the wrist straps, a small chuckle escaping her lips. It was an entertaining sight, watching you struggle futilely against your restraints while enduring her tickling attack.

"Struggling won't do you any good," she teased, her fingers now targeting the underside of your arms.

"You're at my mercy, darling."

“Hahahaha ahaha ahaha ha hahaha!!!”

Natasha's smile grew broader as your giggles filled the room, your body writhing beneath her touch. She was thoroughly enjoying herself now, her fingers dancing over your sensitive spots with relentless precision.

"You're so ticklish, it's adorable," she teased, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "You'd think such a fierce little warrior would be able to withstand some tickling, but you're just so deliciously sensitive."

Bruce knocks on the door. “Hey Natasha the elixir should in her system by now so it’s safe to untie her.” He says then leaves. Natasha's head snapped up at the sound of a knock on the door. Her fingers paused in their torture as she listened to Bruce's words.

She exhaled in relief as he confirmed the elixir had fully worked, knowing that it was finally time to release you from your restraints.

She pulled her hand back from your arms, ceasing her tickle attack but still smirking down at you.

"Looks like Bruce gave the all-clear," she said, her tone now more serious. "I'm going to untie you now, okay?" “Really? You’re not worried I’m gonna go crazy and attack you or something like that? You’re not scared of me anymore?” You ask your sister with a semi-sarcastic tone but also some real question in your voice.

Natasha's expression softened as she heard the hint of vulnerability in your voice, her earlier smirk turning into a small smile. She shook her head firmly, her gaze meeting yours. "No," she replied, her voice gentle but resolute. "I'm not worried and I'm certainly not scared of you. I know the real you, the girl beneath Loki's spell. And that girl is not going to attack me."

Natasha carefully stood up from the bed, moving around to the opposite side where the restraints were attached. As she began the process of unstrapping you, her movements were both efficient and gentle, showing no hesitation. As each restraint fell away, she spoke softly, her words a mixture of reassurance and understanding.

"I know you've been under Loki's control, that you weren't acting willingly," she said softly. "But I know you, y/n. The real you is there, and I trust her, not the version of you that Loki manipulated."

You rub your wrists, then you climb into your sister’s lap and lean your head on her chest. Natasha's arms instinctively enveloped you as you climbed into her lap. She held you close, her body warm and comforting against yours. She gently stroked your hair, her hand moving in slow, soothing motions.

As you leaned your head against her chest, she could feel the steady beating of her heart beneath your cheek, the rhythm steady and grounding. She exhaled slowly, her chin resting lightly against the top of your head.

"It's okay now, y/n," she murmured softly, her voice filled with reassurance. "I've got you."

The moment felt oddly intimate, a rare moment of vulnerability for Natasha. She continued to stroke your hair, her fingers slipping through the strands, her touch gentle yet protective.

"I'm not letting anything happen to you," she said quietly, her voice filled with determination and a hint of sisterly affection. "You're safe now, and I'll make sure it stays that way." “Now what happens?” You ask

Natasha shifted slightly in her seat, her arms still wrapped around you. She mulled over your question, her expression becoming more serious as she thought about the next steps.

"For now, you need to rest and recover," she replied, her voice still gentle but firm. "You've been through a lot and we don't know all the effects of the elixir yet."

She ran her fingers through your hair again, her touch comforting. "We'll want to keep you here for observation for now.

“I want to go back to our living quarters I don’t want to stay in the infirmary holding area.” Natasha exhaled softly as you voiced your desire, her arms remaining around you, holding you close. She knew your request was understandable after all you'd been through.

"I get that," she replied gently, her touch still soothing as she continued stroking your hair. "I don't like the idea of you staying in the infirmary either. But let's make a deal."

She pulled back slightly so she could look at you, her gaze locking onto yours.

"If you agree to a few conditions, then I'll see what I can do about getting you into our quarters." You nod. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips in response to your nod. She knew you were agreeing to the conditions, and she could work with that.

"First off," she started, her tone serious but not unkind. "You have to promise to take it easy. No strenuous activities, no exerting yourself too much. You're still recovering from everything you've been through and the elixir's effects could still be lingering." “Okay.” You agree. Natasha nodded approvingly, glad to see you were agreeing so far.

"Good," she replied, her voice soft. "Second, you have to promise to be honest about how you're feeling. If you're feeling off or unwell, or if you experience any unexpected side effects, you tell me immediately. No hiding anything. Deal?" “Deal.” You agree once again. Natasha's small smile widened slightly at your agreement, her hold on you still firm but now with a sense of relief.

"Good." She affirmed, her fingers resuming their gentle stroking of your hair. "There's just a third condition." Her tone shifted slightly as she continued, serious and unwavering. "And this is non-negotiable."

She paused for a moment, studying you intently as if to emphasize the importance of her next words. You look at her waiting for the answer. "You're not leaving my sight," she stated firmly, her gaze holding yours. "If you want to be in our quarters, then I'm sticking by your side the entire time. No exceptions."

Natasha was fully aware she was being overprotective, but she couldn't care less in this moment. Your safety was her top priority, and she'd do whatever it took to keep you safe. “Okay Nat.” Natasha could feel a weight lift off her shoulders as you agreed to her third condition. She tightened her arms around you, her grip growing almost protective.

"Good," she said again, her voice still firm. "I'm glad we're on the same page."

She continued to hold you close, her heart feeling a bit lighter knowing that you would be safe and within her sight at all times. “It’ll be fun. Just you and me.” Natasha smiled slightly, her heart softening at your words.

"Yeah," she agreed, her voice a bit softer now. "Just you and me."

Der Reader spielt Yelena & Kate oft Streiche und Yelena & Kate wollen sich am Reader rächen in dem sie den Reader zu Tode kitzeln und Necken.

Dann kommt später Natasha hinzu und der Reader bittet um Hilfe aber Natasha hilft Kate & Yelena sie zu Tode zu kitzeln und zu necken.

Falls du es machen möchtest kannst dir ruhig Zeit lassen danke im voraus.

(Translated from German)

Hey, hope you're doing well, I just had another idea for a fanfiction.

The Reader often plays tricks on Yelena and Kate, and Yelena and Kate want to get revenge on the Reader by tickling and teasing it to death.

Later, Natasha arrives and the Reader asks for help, but Natasha helps Kate & Yelena tickle and tease her to death.

If you want to do it, feel free to take your time, thanks in advance.

I loved writing this fic it was so fun. Thanks for the request.

Tricksters Get Tickled

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This time, Y/n didn’t prank them with glitter.Or whipped cream.Or stickers.No.She went psychological.For an entire week, she’d been moving things.Just slightly.

Yelena’s favorite mug? Rotated exactly rotated slightly every time she left the room.

Kate’s arrows? Rearranged in perfectly symmetrical order when she never organizes them like that.Shoes placed a few inches off.Chairs slightly angled.Nothing obvious.Just… unsettling.

On day three Yelena stood in the kitchen staring at her mug.“I did not leave this like this,” she muttered.

From the couch, Kate narrowed her eyes. “Okay, that’s weird because my bow case zipper was on the left this morning. I always leave it on the right.”

Across the room, Y/n was innocently reading a book upside down.

They both slowly turned to look at her.She smiled sweetly.

“Oh no,” Kate whispered.

Yelena folded her arms. “You are disturbing my peace.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Y/n replied, barely holding in laughter.By day five, they were fully suspicious.By day six, they were plotting.

It happened during a “peace offering.”Y/n had made popcorn and declared a truce.They accepted.Too easily.

They watched a movie. Everything felt normal and calm.

And that’s when the couch dipped on both sides.Before Y/n could react, Kate had one arm hooked around her waist while Yelena grabbed her other side.“What— hey— HEY”

“You think you are clever,” Yelena said coolly.

Kate grinned. “We think you’re ticklish.”

Y/n gasped. “No. No. That is slander—”

Yelena’s fingers pressed into her side.

Immediate laughter.

“Oh my GOD— nohohoho!” Kate didn’t hesitate, scribbling under her arm and along her ribs.

“This is for psychological warfare,” Kate announced.

Y/n squirmed wildly, trying to roll off the couch. “I DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING!”

“You rotated my knife block,” Yelena replied calmly while spidering her fingers along Y/n’s stomach.

“I panicked!”

The laughter was uncontrollable now — loud, helpless, echoing through the apartment.

Y/n tried to twist free, but they had her boxed in perfectly.And then—The door unlocked.

Natasha walked in, taking in the chaos with one slow sweep of her eyes.

“Report,” she said simply.

Y/n reached for her desperately. “Nat, please, they’ve lost their minds!”

Kate pointed accusingly. “She’s been moving our stuff all week!”

Natasha looked at Y/n.

Y/n gave her the most pitiful, wide-eyed look she could manage between giggles.

“…Is this true?” Natasha asked.Y/n hesitated.

Yelena squeezed her side again, making her shriek with laughter.

“Ahahahahaha! maybe?” she squeaked.

Natasha sighed softly.Then she set down her jacket.

Y/n’s eyes widened. “No. Natasha. Natasha don’t you—”

Too late.Natasha knelt beside the couch and lightly traced two fingers up Y/n’s other side — slow, precise, devastating.Y/n completely lost it.

“NAAATASHA!”

“You destabilized the household,” Natasha said evenly.

Kate beamed. “See? Justice.”

Now it was three directions at once — Kate scribbling under her arms, Yelena squeezing at her hips and knees, Natasha dragging feather-light patterns along her ribs that made her laugh the hardest.

“You’re all evil!” Y/n wheezed.

Yelena leaned closer. “You enjoy it.”

Natasha’s lips twitched. “She does.”

After a final coordinated tickle attack that left Y/n breathless and giggling into the couch cushions, they finally let her go.

She flopped dramatically onto her back.

“Truce,” she gasped.

Yelena considered.Kate tilted her head.Natasha crossed her arms. “Conditional,” Natasha said.

Y/n groaned. “What are the conditions?”

Yelena smiled faintly. “You stop haunting the furniture.”

Kate poked her side once more just to make her squeal.Y/n laughed weakly.“Fine,” she said.

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Words: 526

Summary: Y/n has a bad day at school and Natasha comforts her.

Y/n dropped her backpack by the door harder than necessary.

Natasha heard it from the kitchen and immediately glanced at the clock. Too early for homework rage. Too quiet for a good day.

Y/n didn’t say anything when she walked past—just kicked off her shoes and curled up on the couch, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, staring at the wall like it had personally offended her.

Natasha dried her hands and joined her without comment, sitting close but not crowding. After a moment, she nudged Y/n’s knee gently with her own.

“Bad day?” she asked.

You swallowed. “Yeah.”

That was all it took.

Natasha reached out and tugged you a little closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. You hesitated for half a second, then leaned in fully, forehead pressing into Natasha’s shoulder.

“They were being stupid,” you muttered. “Like… really stupid.”

Natasha hummed. “Ah. The advanced kind of stupid.”

Y/n huffed out a tiny laugh, then sighed. “I answered a question wrong in class and everyone laughed. And then at lunch my friends sat with other people. And I know it’s dumb but it just—”

“It stacked,” Natasha said softly. “One thing after another.”

You nodded, eyes burning. “I tried not to cry.”

Natasha squeezed her gently. “You don’t have to be tough here.”

Your shoulders sagged a little at that.

They sat quietly for a minute, Natasha rubbing slow circles into your arm. Then, deliberately casual, Natasha shifted and lightly poked your side.

Y/n twitched. “Natasha…”

“Checking for signs of life,” Natasha said. “Very important.”

She poked again, just enough to get a breathy laugh out of you.

“Stop,” you said, but there was no real protest in it.

Natasha wiggled her fingers gently at your side—nothing intense, just teasing. You squirmed a little, laughter bubbling out despite herself.

“Okay—okay,” you laughed. “I’m alive.

Natasha stopped immediately and smiled. “Good. Because the world doesn’t get to knock you out for a day and get away with it.”

You wiped at your eyes, still smiling faintly. “You always do that.”

“Do what?”

“Make me laugh when I don’t feel like I deserve to.”

Natasha turned toward her fully. “Hey.” She tapped your forehead lightly. “You don’t earn comfort. You get it by default.”

Your lip wobbled, and she quickly hid her face again. Natasha pulled her into a tighter hug, chin resting on your head.

“You’re smart,” Natasha said quietly. “One wrong answer doesn’t change that. And people being thoughtless doesn’t mean you don’t matter.”

You sniffed. “I hate school.”

“Valid,” Natasha said immediately. “Deeply valid.”

That got a real laugh.

They stayed like that for a while, the weight of the day slowly easing. Eventually you shifted, more relaxed now.

“…Can we order pizza?” she asked.

Natasha smiled. “Absolutely.”

“And maybe,” you added, glancing up, “a little more tickling? Just… not enough to be evil.”

Natasha laughed softly. “Deal.”

She gave you one gentle squeeze at the ribs—just enough to make her giggle and hide her face again.

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Summary: Y/n makes a pillow fort during a storm she is scared of

Fluff

Words: 3148

Rain pours heavily on the roof and pattering on the windows and Natasha was doing some computer stuff in her room, most likely call of duty or Minecraft.

She walks into the living room to see your building a fort or of pillows and couch cushions and blankets. Growing up in the red room you didn't get to do stuff like this and neither did Natasha but now that you are freed you can! You grab a piece of paper and labeled it "Fort Y/n" in Russian and stick it in a cushion with tape.

Natasha giggles and watches you work on the fort for a little while before walking over to you. She gently taps your shoulder to get your attention and when you look up at her she Vs curiously,

"Can I join your fort?"

"Nat," Y/n declared proudly, popping her head out from behind a tower of cushions,

"welcome to Fort Y/n. No older sisters allowed."

Natasha pouts slightly at Y/n, crossing her arms over her chest and giving you a faux stern look.

"And why is that?" She asks with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

"It's official," Y/n insisted. "You have to knock."

Natasha finally glanced over, eyes glinting with amusement. "I don't knock. I infiltrate."

Before Y/n could react, Natasha Lunged forward in exaggerated slow motion, dramatically announcing, "Agent Romanoff entering the premises!"

Y/n squealed and tried to barricade the entrance with a throw pillow, but Natasha was already halfway into the fort.

They both collapsed into the soft pile, laughing.

Once the fit of laughter subsided, Natasha settled beside Y/n and propped her elbow on a pile of pillows, resting her head in her hand.

"You know," Natasha teased, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips, "You're a terrible gatekeeper."

"Traitor!" You accuse and try to crawl away

Natasha laughs, reaching out to lightly grab the back of your shirt. "Oh no, you don't." She says, tugging you back into the fort.

She playfully wrestles you down into a soft, cushiony submission, pinning your arms above your head with a gleeful grin. "No escaping. You're stuck with me in Fort Y/n. Natasha caught her gently around the waist and pulled her back into the pillows.

"You built this fortress on my living room floor. I had to investigate."

"It's classified!" Y/n giggled, squirming as Natasha held her in place.

Natasha chuckled at Y/n's protest, her grip firm but playful.

"Classified, huh?" Natasha raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Well I'm afraid I'm very good at acquiring classified information."

With a swift, but gentle, movement, Natasha flipped them over so that she had you pinned beneath her. She hovered above, trapping you with gentle, restraining pressure.

"Spill the secrets," she commanded, a playful light in her eyes, "of Fort Y/n.

Natasha narrowed her eyes playfully. "Or I may need to use advanced interrogation tactics."

"Don't you dare Natasha!" You say with wide eyes.

Natasha chuckled softly at the sight of your wide-eyed plea, her smirk widening. She leaned in a little closer, her voice dropping to a low whisper.

"Oh, I dare, little bird," she

replied mischievously. "I dare."

She shifted her weight slightly, the pressure of her body pressing a little rougher against yours, a gentle reminder of the playful domination she had over you in this moment.

"And you know I have ways of making people talk. I'm a master of... persuasion."

Natasha wiggled her fingers lightly against Y/n's sides, just enough to make her shriek with laughter. Y/n twisted and tried to roll away, but the pillows trapped her in a soft nest.

"Nat! No fair!" Y/n gasped between giggles.

Natasha chuckled heartily, enjoying the playful struggle and the way you squirmed under her.

"All's fair in love and... tickling."

She wiggled her fingers against your sides again, this time targeting the more sensitive spots that always made you shriek and laugh. She leaned in a little closer, her voice soft but unyielding

"So... are you going to confess the secrets of Fort Y/n? Or do l have to resort to more... effective methods?"

"There are no secrets!" Y/n laughed, trying to grab Natasha's wrists.

Natasha easily evaded Y/n's attempts to grab her wrists, her movements fluid and graceful.

She leaned down, pinning your arms against the pillows with her own, trapping you beneath her.

Her smirk widened, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Oh, really?" She challenged, their faces now inches apart. Her voice was low and teasing, a hint of amusement in her words. "You expect me to believe that a fortress of pillows and cushions doesn't have any secrets?"

Y/n burst into louder giggles, kicking her feet helplessly against the cushions. "Okay!

Okay! The secret is- it's just snacks! I hid cookies in here!"

Natasha chuckled at your confession, her grip on your wrists loosening. "Just cookies, huh?" She said, raising an eyebrow. "That's it? No secret lair? No hidden spy gadgets?

Just cookies?"

She shifted her weight again, still pinning you down, but her tone had softened, a hint of affection in her voice. "What kind of cookies?"

"Oreos!" You say still subsiding with giggles

Natasha gasped dramatically and stopped at once. "Oreos? You were hiding contraband?"

Y/n nodded quickly, still grinning and flushed from laughing.

Natasha leaned back, pretending to be deeply offended. "And you didn't share with your favorite sister?"

"Who said you're my favorite sister?" You ask with your eyebrows raised

Natasha placed a hand on her chest, faking a wounded expression. "Oh my heart. You're breaking it, little spy."

She dramatically slumped back against the pillows, feigning a heartbroken sigh. "I mean, here | am, thinking you adore me, and then you go and say that. I am crushed."

You smile at her fake hurt the you both dissolved into giggles again.

Natasha ruffled Y/n's hair and helped her sit up.

Natasha sat back, her smirk softening into a fond smile as she ruffled Y/n's hair affectionately.

"You're a little terror, you know that?" She said, her teasing tone still present, but with a hint of adoration.

She leaned forward, resting her back against a pile of pillows, and patted the spot next to her.

"C'mere, you menace."

"Truce?" Y/n asked, extending her pinky.

Natasha chuckled at Y/n's gesture, shaking her head with mock resignation. "Fine, fine.

Truce."

She reached out and linked her pinky with Y/n's, a grin spreading across her face. "But if you start any more pillow fights or hide any more cookies from me, all bets are off, and next time, Agent Y/n, remember that I have years of experience in pillow-fort infiltration."

"Next time I'll be ready." You say with a smirk.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at your confidence, a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Oh, really?" She challenged, a smirk of her own crossing her features. "You think you can outwit an expert pillow fort infiltrator like me? Big words, little spy."

She leaned closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I must admit, I admire your spunk. Just

remember, I have a few tricks up my sleeve for the next battle of Fort Y/n."

They stayed inside the fortress a while longer, sharing the

"contraband" cookies and laughing about the dramatic battle. Outside, the rain kept falling-but inside, it was warm, cozy, and filled with the kind of joy only sisters can create together.

The pillow fort didn't come down after the truce. If anything, it grew.

Natasha adjusted one of the cushions overhead, inspecting the structure with exaggerated seriousness. "This is structurally questionable," she murmured.

"One wrong move and the whole operation collapses."

Y/n clutched the cookie bag protectively. "It's stable! | engineered it"

Natasha raised a skeptical eyebrow at Y/n's claim.

"Engineered, you say?" she replied, a hint of humor in her voice. "Well, I'd hate for it to collapse and ruin the strategic cookie reserve."

She leaned forward, gently poking at the pillows, testing their structural integrity. "Are you certain those are load-bearing?

And with what qualifications did you engineer it with hmm?"

"I have... imagination," Y/n shot back confidently.

Natasha stifled a laugh, trying to maintain a serious expression.

"Imagination, eh? That's not exactly a recognized engineering degree, little spy."

She reached out and flicked Y/n's nose playfully. "You're going to need more than that to convince me this isn't a ticking pillow-fort time bomb just waiting to collapse."

"It won't collapse." You say shooting her a glare as Natasha scoots out of the fort. Y/n scooted deeper into the fort, trying to reorganize the pillows.

"You can't leave now. You're officially part of Fort Y/n."

Natasha paused at the entrance, her hand on the edge of the fort as she prepared to exit. The mention of being a part of Fort Y/ n made her stop and glance over her shoulder at Y/n with an amused smile.

"Part of Fort Y/n, huh?" She teased, eyebrows raised. "l thought older sisters weren't allowed."

"You infiltrated. Now you're stuck."

Natasha considered Y/n's words, a mock frown of contemplation on her face. Then, she finally caved and relented with a dramatic sigh. "I suppose you're right. I am stuck now."

She crawled back into the fort, resuming her previous spot beside Y/n. "Well, since I'm here, l guess I might as well enjoy the... ambiance." She glanced around the fort then smirked. "And the cookies."

Natasha smirked. "Although I've escaped tougher situations.

She made a dramatic attempt to crawl out-but Y/n quickly grabbed her arm to stop her. In the scramble the pillow wall wobbled and then collapsed in a soft avalanche around them.

They both froze.

Then Y/n burst into laughter. "You broke it!"

Natasha mock-scowled amidst the wreckage of pillows, the remnants of their fort scattered around them. "Me break it? That was your structural engineering failing."

Despite her attempt at an indignant air, Natasha couldn't hold back a smile at the sight of Y/n giggling uncontrollably. She shrugged and leaned back in the sea of pillows, her tone a mix of amusement and mock annoyance. "I guess we just made our very own pillow-fort ruins."

Y/n lunged at her, trying to gently tackle her into the pillows again. Natasha let herself fall backward dramatically. "Oh no.

I've been captured."

"Now I'm in charge," Y/n declared, sitting triumphantly beside her.

Natasha feigned a dramatic look of defeat, collapsing backward amid the pillows and letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, the humiliation. Captured by my own Little spy. What a devastating blow to my secret agent ego."

Natasha tilted her head. "And what does being in charge involve?"

Y/n squinted mischievously.

"Interrogation tactics."

Natasha's expression quickly twisted into an exaggerated look of dread, her hand pressing against her heart. "Oh no, anything but that," she said, feigning fear.

She paused for dramatic effect, then added with a grin, "ll never break under your ticklish interrogations, I'm far too stoic and well-trained for that."

Y/n wiggled her fingers uncertainly at first, then lightly poked Natasha's side.

Natasha let out an exaggerating gasp “Betrayal!” She twisted away, laughing softly. "I trained you too well."

Encouraged, Y/n tried again, giving her a few quick tickles before darting backward.

Natasha caught her wrists gently, smiling. "Careful, Agent Y/n.

That's advanced-level behavior."

Y/n giggled, trying to pull free.

"You said I had imagination!"

"Yes," Natasha said, grinning as she shifted and lightly tickled Y/ n's sides again in retaliation. "But I have experience."

Y/n squealed and tried to roll away, laughter filling the room again. Natasha kept it playful and brief. letting her escape after a few seconds.

"Okay! Okay!" Y/n said breathlessly, falling back into the pillows. "Draw."

Natasha laughed and sat up, resting her back against the pillows in a relaxed position. She raised an eyebrow at Y/n, her tone light and amused. "A draw, huh?"

She studied the younger girl for a moment, noting how Y/n's giggles had slowed. "You put up a good fight, little spy. But you need a bit more practice before you beat a master like me."

Natasha lay beside her, staring up at the ceiling where the fort had once stood. "Draw," she agreed.

For a moment, they just lay there catching their breath, smiling.

"Thanks for playing with me."

Natasha glanced over, her expression softening. She reached out to ruffle Y/n's hair affectionately. "Of course, little bird," she replied warmly.

"Anytime."

They were still lying in the soft wreckage of Fort Y/n when the first rumble echoed through the apartment.

It was low at first-distant. Easy to ignore.

Y/n glanced toward the window.

"Was that thunder?"

Natasha's attention was immediately caught by the rumble. She pushed herself up on her elbows, turning to look toward the window.

Her expression was cautious, the protective big sister mode activating. "Yes... it sounded like it."

She stood, moving to the window and peering out into the stormy night. Lightning flashed in the distance, briefly illuminating the dark clouds.

A sudden flash lit up the room, bright and sharp. A second later, a crack of thunder boomed overhead, close enough to make the windows tremble slightly.

Y/n jumped before she could stop herself.

Natasha noticed immediately.

Another flash. Another boom-this one even louder.

Natasha's gaze shifted to Y/n, noticing the younger girl's reaction to the sudden noise.

Concern and understanding passed across her features as she realized what was happening.

Y/n tried to play it cool, sitting up and brushing imaginary dust off her shirt. "It's just weather," she muttered.

Natasha studied Y/n for a moment longer, her expression sympathetic. She could tell the younger girl was trying to hide her fear, to act normal.

She moved back away from the window and sat down next to Y/n.

"You know you're allowed to be afraid of storms, right?" she said gently, keeping her voice soft and calm. "It's normal."

The next thunderclap came fast and sharp, shaking the air. Y/n instinctively scooted closer to Natasha.

Without making a big deal of it, Natasha shifted too, draping an arm around her shoulders.

"Storm's right overhead," she said evenly. "That's why it's loud."

Lightning streaked again, casting quick shadows across the room.

The rain started pouring harder, tapping rapidly against the windows.

Natasha could feel Y/n pressing against her side, seeking comfort. She pulled her closer, wrapping her arm more snugly around the younger girl's shoulders.

The thunder crackled through the air again, and Y/n flinched slightly. Natasha gently squeezed her arm, hoping to offer reassurance.

"It's okay," she whispered. "It's just a storm, it'll pass soon."

Y/n leaned into her sister now, trying not to look startled each time the sky cracked open.

Natasha rested her chin lightly on top of Y/n's head. "You know, she said thoughtfully, "when I was your age, I used to count between the lightning and thunder."

Y/n looked up at her. "Why?"

Natasha smiled slightly, gently rubbing Y/n's shoulder. Her gaze was fixated on the window as she spoke, watching the lightning crackle in the storm.

Thunder boomed again, and Y/n instinctively flinched.

"It'll help you see how far away the storm was. Want to try?"

Another flash split the sky.

"One..." Natasha began calmly.

They waited.

"Two... three..."

The thunder followed at four.

"See?" Natasha said softly. "It's moving."

The next boom came unexpectedly loud, making Y/n flinch again.

Natasha felt Y/n flinch, and she gave her a gentle squeeze.

"It's okay," she reassured softly, keeping her tone calm, steady, and in control.

The storm seemed to intensify.

The thunder rumbled, loud and relentless, and each boom brought a flinch from Y/n.

But Natasha remained steadfast, continuing to count. Each time lightning streaked, Natasha started the count, her arm wrapped securely around Y/n.

"Four...Five...Six..."

Natasha squeezed her gently.

"Hey." She smiled down at her. "I think Fort Y/n needs rebuilding.Storm protocol."

Y/n blinked “Storm Protocol?”

"Storm protocol," Natasha repeated with a small smirk. She gently nudged Y/n with her knee.

"Absolutely. Advanced sister safety measures."

Before Y/n could question it, Natasha shifted and lightly tickled her side-just a quick, distracting wiggle of fingers. edited

Y/n squeaked, startled, then burst into giggles. "Nat!"

Natasha chuckled and withdrew her hand, wearing a smug grin.

"Gotcha."

Another crack of thunder shook the air, louder this time, followed by a burst of wind against the window.

Y/n reflexively pressed closer to Natasha, who instinctively tightened her arm around her shoulders.

"Can't have you frowning during a thunderstorm," Natasha said, grinning.

Another boom sounded, but this time Y/n was already laughing, trying to block Natasha's hands.

"Storm defense activated!"

Natasha declared, gently tickling her sides again for a moment.

Y/n's laughter mixed with the sound of rain pounding against the windows. "Okay Okay! I'm not scared!"

Natasha chuckled, her fingers resuming their tickling with a smirk. "Oh really?"

She shifted a little, her fingers attacking Y/n's sides in rapid succession.

Y/n shrieked between bouts of laughter and tried to squirm away. "I'm not! Stop!"

"Good," Natasha said, easing off and helping her sit up. "Because Fort Y/n requires brave engineers."

Y/n caught her breath, giggling softly as she sat up. The storm intensified outside, rain lashing against the windows.

Together they started stacking pillows again, rebuilding their fortress while the thunder rumbled outside. Every loud crack of lightning was met with dramatic "storm protocol" commentary from Natasha-and occasionally a quick playful tickle to keep Y/n smiling.

Soon, they were tucked safely back inside their reconstructed fort, wrapped in a blanket with a flashlight turned on for dramatic effect.

Another flash lit up the room.

"One..." Y/n started this time.

Natasha smiled proudly beside her.

The thunder rolled in at three.

"It's moving away," Y/n said, sounding braver now.

Natasha nodded, impressed with Y/n for counting and staying composed.

A new burst of thunder made Y/n jump-but only slightly this time.

The rain kept slamming against the windows, but inside the fort, the sisters were warm and safe.

Natasha wrapped her arm around

Y/n's shoulder again.

"You're doing great," she encouraged softly. "The storm will pass soon."

Natasha bumped her shoulder gently. "See? You've got this."

Hey so I don’t remember asking for your personal opinion in the first place so if criticizing someone’s hobby makes you feel better about yourself then get a therapist for your personality disorder. And if you don’t like them guess what IM NOT REQUIRING YOU READ THEM! 😱